- i want my heartbeat
to be your voice
- and every word you speak
to signal cells to move
- and my traitor organs
- liver lungs heart hands -
- they fail me time and again -
to respond to each vibration
from your throat
- so even to live
i have to praise you
in the growth and decay
of each part of me
- and you become my song
- without you my pulse
beats meaningless time
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