Wednesday, September 12, 2012

taking her pulse (struck)

taking her pulse (struck)


he could never escape
the urge to take her pulse

as she had taken his
after sending it racing

pressing his finger tips
to the softness of her wrist

gently enough to feel
the pulsing of her heart

but this was only part of the story

he could never escape
the urge to take her pulse

pressing his parted lips
to the softness of her wrist

tasting, breathing the rhythm
of only her heart stirred by this


and he knew when they found his pile of ash

no one would be able to reconstruct
this inevitable of his being struck

the friction of these pulses sparked
the bolt that left its indelible mark

she took his breath and his pulse
ashen fingertips and smiling lips

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