Heartbeats Matching My Own Poem by Doris Cornago

Heartbeats Matching My Own

Rating: 5.0


Funny that we don't know the time of day

We play, we talk, we quarrel, and sulk

You are the boy making fun of forgetfulness

I am the woman livid with restlessness.


They cannot know fully what they can't own

We move fast by schedules on hallowed ground

Who is the leader, who is the follower

Down goes the ladder, and you seek cover.


Blood flows like icing on cake, thickly

Like a wraith, I come moving stealthily

Your quick eyes touch me, but they avoid mine

You're with them, feasting on cakes and wine.


If we will part, hold me for the last moment

Let me see your eyes as I've imagined them

Let me see your lips as they say the words

and let me feel the heartbeats matching my own.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
How does deceit feel? Have you undergone deception and knew the truth at the last moment. For this author, lies and deceit are stabs in the back. After sharing a common endeavor, success should be acknowledged and shared. Nobody should be neglected to suffer. Thus, the poem is written to express this fear and as a warning to all.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Chinedu Dike 13 April 2018

An insightful rendition set aside for sober reflection. A well texted and nicely thought-out poem. Thanks for sharing.

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