When I am with you,
my heart
though scarred and bruised
swells
under the canopy of my chest.
when I am with you,
my heart
though wary and conscious
races
under the cage of my ribs.
when I am loving you
my heart
as broken as it may have once been,
beats on, and on, and on.
Under the feather of your fingertips:
I am complete
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