beating blood

I miss you
I miss you in the marrow of my bones
In the beating of my blood
In the momentary pulse
that bursts and dies
You are the question
I hold in my eyes
I’ve become so used to living with it
that I don’t even notice its there
A secret key not struck
a nerve untouched and bare
But upon the note it hurts
a pain always in key
Sharp as a blade of grass
cut like paper fiend
A heart contracts to knowledge
of a choice that can’t be lived
Neither of us will cross
the river without a bridge

beating blood

Sorcha Whitehorse ©

Joined October 2008

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