Heart of straw, danger of overexcitement and collapse due to too heavy breathing;
heart of sticks, beware of pick-up artists;
heart of stone, resisting all blandishments.
My heart is meat, hot, red. Warm your hands and your own.
love
Three a.m.
In the darkness there is a light
In the darkness a hand to hold
My heart beats, beats
My heart beats with yours
In the darkness a hand to hold
In the darkness a light
Three scenes, a relationship
Summer sea whirled white
Barracuda hunting tuna
Fingers cover eyes
Bent knee at sunset
Hot tears as you slowly walk
Farewell, love, goodbye
Early snow this year
My head against your shoulder
Our last breath a sigh
Cherry blossom clouds
Cherry blossom clouds
I close my eyes and you dream
The east wind wakes us
Tell me a story
Tell me a story
and you will always have me,
listening, living
Most people are good
Most people are good.
The vast majority are good.
A few do bad things.
Most people are good.
I had the word yes
I had the word yes scrunched up in my fist then you came along and calmed me and I opened my hand with you there. We saw the word yes together.
Your smile is a candle
Your smile is a candle.
It keeps me warm when the frost falls.
Your smile is a candle.
It shows me a way through the distance, the night.
Your smile is a candle, reflected in my eyes.
First sight
the distance since our last fleeting touch
the time between our heartbeats quickening
the night that falls to cover smiles
the sun that surely will come up again
How many heartbeats
How many heartbeats in a lifetime?
How many can I save for you?
In ancient times it was believed that, illness and violence permitting, you lived until your heart had beat a certain number of times. I think I read somewhere recently that scientists had found some evidence for this.
My heart races, chases, races when I am with you.
I feel my box of heartbeats ebb towards empty.
It makes sense I suppose. All other things being equal, heart muscle bumps and thumps until it tires, slows (perhaps) and stops.
I lie, relax and stretch when I know you will not be with me.
I feel my chest rise, fall, rise again. I feel the heartbeat slow.
Because, you see, if I don’t use too many heartbeats when you are not here, I have more to use when you are.
I’m saving all my love for you. My love.
I’m saving all my heart for you. My love.
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How many heartbeats in a lifetime?
How many can I save for you?
My heart races, chases, races when I am with you.
I feel my box of heartbeats ebb towards empty.
I lie, relax and stretch when I know you will not be with me.
I feel my chest rise, fall, rise again. I feel the heartbeat slow.
I’m saving all my love for you. My love.
I’m saving all my heart for you. My love.
simonsalento 