heartchitecture.

in eden my heart is a sphere
and at birth these four continents were one
the pushing and pumping did not need be
and the valves and humours simply were

i unlocked my door and let you in
you reclined on a chair in my atrium
and you looked up my throat and saw the sun

but the plates are drifting now
and pangaea is no more
pangaea is gone
never again will be

Alpha.

This will be a blatant rip-off of http://coyote-speaks.blogspot.com/ and I hope she doesn't mind.

In my defense, it was very spur-of-the-moment, created mid-poetry writing. What the hell, I haven't done that in years. Poetry, I mean.