One Heart


lungs need air
eyes need a soul to see
mouth needs thought and words to speak

what of the heart
my heart
is it just a pump designed to flow blood
why is it in my centre
where I can place my hand and feel it beat
our two hearts pressed against each other so many times
is this not the true function of the heart

to fall in love
may be a statement of false
for we do not fall
instead, we give of oneself
we expose our hearts
we welcome the merge
the pressing of our chests together
with every kiss
with every embrace
another vein is fused
woven or welded together as one
such a bond
creates the strongest of heart

when one dies
every kiss
every embrace
must be unwoven ever so slowly
for, if we succumb to haste
we will bleed out, in great pace