I have heard a heart break once
In pieces unfathomed-
If only I had not resisted her last heartbeat-
Thud! Thud! Thud!
There is rage, like thunder in the clear sky
piercing through and through
a knitting needle into my skin.
Bees dancing- Violets purple
They send ripples to my being.
If only I had- had heard her heartbeat one last time
In anguish- in devotion
In passion- dreary- wild.