The Heartbeat: Silver-Tongued
Compassion

tongue on lips
in mouth
moving, moving

moved

unhurried pace
two winners
at the end
of a beginning
it’s a race

free minds
double-time
defying
distance, time and gravity
you
i
defining all
of every part
of what makes
this world
work
tick
twirl, swirl
our tongues
a soundless language
so fluent
so smooth
that soothes
tame, wild
unyielding
but mild
lips
against arch
of neck
bodies
unfolding
facing
the embracing
before
interlocking

the unblocking
of hearts
once conked
out

this is beauty
bold
a fairy-tale
to be told
to the young
the old
the oh
so
very
cold

this-this, this-this
like a heartbeat

this

could catch any heart afire
inspire
the spineless
to execute
to parachute
the wishes
the want
that preoccupy
that grip
the mind
incarceration
of the worst
kind

but you
and i
we have this

this-this, this-this

like a heartbeat
steady
slow
a sure-show flow

that i
that you
that we

will never

let go.

Poem by Amanda Oaks