Not the heart,
asymmetrical lump of gristle,
but the lungs
intricately crafted bellows
to your flaming soul.
Steadily heaving, infusing
blood with scarlet passion,
feeding air through the throat’s fragile machinery
voicing every word, sigh and song.
Bagpipes of Cupid, play on.
asymmetrical lump of gristle,
but the lungs
intricately crafted bellows
to your flaming soul.
Steadily heaving, infusing
blood with scarlet passion,
feeding air through the throat’s fragile machinery
voicing every word, sigh and song.
Bagpipes of Cupid, play on.