24. Holding Ground

Your hand lays on my chest,
pressing down softly on my ribs,
Breathing heavy with your thoughts,
Touching me lightly with your lips.

And all this slowly breaking,
This ground beneath my feet,
Away from all these feelings,
Away from this heart that beats.

Your hand now lay, deep inside my chest,
behind this beautiful, gossamer mesh
Blistering slowly, hard against the stones,
the organ behind these brittle bones.

My heart is holding ground,
Elysium found, deep dark waves of sounds,
Barrage my abyss, the void behind my skin,
Inside the darkness where I’ve never been.


My heart is holding ground,
never hold me down.

The End

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