Hold My Palpitating Hand
It is times like these
When I cannot force
A poem out of me
But the emotions leave
My blood boiling
Like that split second
Before sugar turns into caramel
And my cheeks inevitably
Turn red.
I cannot explain this
Bursting universe
Inside of me-
It leaves my head in the
Stars
As my world
Slow dances around you.
So hold my palpitating hand
And let the silence
Speak for itself-
Meanwhile, other roses
Bloom as the sun embraces
Them with warmth,
Church bells
Of another wedding- set
Four thousand six hundred and seventy two
Kilometers away ring as
Rice and good luck spread
On the floor
Lands become arable.
Other universes form.
Supernovas like fireworks
Colour this painting
Called the sky
The so called Nerd
With braces
Gets her first kiss
A fifty-five year old man
Somewhere in Brazil
Says thank you to his wife
For the first time in
Quite a while
Birds chirp
A tiger in the wilderness
Finds water
And butterflies desert their
Cocoons-
So hold my palpitating hand now
And let the silence
Speak for itself –
Because it is times
Like these
When worlds and words
Are born inside of me,
And I cannot let them out.
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