Observations of The Urban Spaceman

A Beat

Posted on February 10, 2017 By The Urban Spaceman

The gentle beating of her heart
is a balm to my soul’s aches.
I burn inside when we’re apart,
a thirst that’s never slaked.

She shies so softly from my smiles,
her brown eyes dance away.
She’s had her freedom for a while,
but now it’s time to play.

A response to Jade Wong’s poem, A Heart. Check it out!

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