Heartbeat
a simple pleasure,
the pressure within
pressing out
then briefly gone
but always there
within
without
within
your presence
This poem is my response to Twiglet #255: underneath my ribs.
Heartbeat
a simple pleasure,
the pressure within
pressing out
then briefly gone
but always there
within
without
within
your presence
This poem is my response to Twiglet #255: underneath my ribs.
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Thank you for sharing this, Michael. 🙂
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Oh, lovely
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Thank you.
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I think your verse is romanitc. 💖
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🙂 Thank you.
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