Unease entangles my stomach, nausea
uncoils. Could I house a secret so bold?—
Fear rimed my heart—if so I knew the cause.
“Is anyone there?” my voice felt so cold
and stupid. Then thought I felt a small beat-
a feather-light sense, just out of my reach
of reason. Heart pounds, reeling defeat:
I murmur prayers, hoping maybe I’ll see.
Despair sets in— greedy talons, razor
sharp. Sobs clash through the silence. How could this
be true. Eight weeks ago…the truth blazes—
Numbness. Tingle: my mind is amiss with
violence. Can you hear that echo, Cadence,
ripple-effect vibrating soul?...Silence.
It curls itself around my heart, darkness
cocoons. A secret soul, waiting to bloom
‘neath a garden sprite’s angelic address,
extolling my loveliness, I assume.
Joyous psyche, my blood thrums its adoration-
a symphony, echoing a deeper,
parallel humming. An intonation:
a star’s voice—whispers…lulling into sleep.
Neurotransmitter overload. Yank the
serenity. Discordant, atonal,
musical grief—a ghastly aria.
It withdraws, and I clutch hard, unable
to bear the thought—how close our life could be.
Would you? Could you? Please share your life with me.