Tightrope Walking Along Ventricle Strings

Written by Chelsea Marie Hicks

My functioning organ, a hot gallery
of chaotic rope lines crisscrossing, ever tense in their taut,
there I feel the lead to you tug
and despite my faulty resistance,
I catch myself t i p t o e i n g,
crashing,

f
a
l
l
i
n
g

to echoes of your vocal reverberations,
sifting through my imagination, controlling circadian tides.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s