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Click hereYou touch my heart.
It shivers within my chest,
the tendril of sweating adrenaline
making ribs quiver taut
against their forceps.
Awoken too soon
I catch my death
on the monitor
by mistake,
distracted
as
the heart pump
connects.
Green grows the line
from left to right,
a sign as I would read it,
too fine to distinguish
consciousness, yet,
the line marks
the steady state
of my arrest, ever lighter
as the whirring begins
pumping sleep again,
but I digress.
If love feels like this,
simply being touched
at the wrong time,
then you have my regrets,
a benediction I hope
will not press you into
finishing quickly. P.S.--
A final thought:
rather than these masked saviors
I might just have welcomed
death or even a better diet, alone.
this is a beautiful poem- nice economy of language and wonderful imagery.
Late reader- found it in the top lists!
writing.
the last lines sealed it for me.
I have my own ideas what this is about and who it's for... but this:
~Awoken too soon
I catch my death
on the monitor
by mistake,
distracted
as
the heart pump
connects.~
can be taken in quite a few ways and is really an outstanding verse.
Thank you