a calm stirring in my chest
a gentle hum that threatens to escape
where does it come from i wonder
does it echo off the chambers of my heart
or does it sing
it indefinitely thrums
of that i am certain
but does it live
it feels alive
i can imagine my hand resting on it feeling a vibration of life
therefore it has a spirit
it thrives within me
and i confess like a dying poet
bleeding from his emptying heart,
i love it
i'm in love with this sensation
whatever it is.
-k.p.b.
