it's me and my lips
forming the shape of your name, and it's pounding
in my ribcage
like a drumroll or a cymbal crash; pounding
like a flick of smoking cigar ash; pounding
like a tapping foot on hard wood floor; pounding
like when lightning hits the house next door; pounding
like a bedroom full of anxious lovers, pounding
like what they do under bedsheet covers; pounding
pounding, pounding
and your name rings like the pounding of my chest
like a word or expression poorly expressed

12/02/2003

Author's Note: my first rhyming piece.

Posted on 12/02/2003
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