"you have too a big heart" he said.
"i put my heart above my head.
and when it breaks it breaks in two" she said,
it's hard to find some glue or thread."
cheeks brush, tears mingle
staining their faces,
filling their mouths
with salty memories of lovers' licks
his fingers tracing down her back
loop high, swing low
over and over,
lo..lo....
"i don't think you're quite done my dear"
he pulls her tight, crushing her breath
in a flash---
his lips skim the inner folds of her ear
sending hot cold waves of electric gooseflesh
right down to her toes.
the words left unspoken
those three dangerous, sacred words
her breath catches another beat
and she lets out the ancient sob
of a heart torn asunder
when it bursts the limits of love.
joy and grief come tumbling down
like two young rams wrestling
in the dappled, downy dusk
a diaphanous dichotomy
suspension of suspicion and
revelation of her religion
two hearts, four parts
one year.
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