Anatomy #101 Poem by Georgia Hindmarch

Anatomy #101



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

Friday, March 3, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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