Poem #66: Pumping Blood
#67 of Poetry
This is one of two lost poems that I found. It's about soul-searching. We all yearn for that special someone in our lives. Enjoy.
Pumping Blood
Listen for the rhythm of my heart
Feel each beat it makes
See the red rivulets of blood
Washing through my veins
Rushing through heated
Boiled red and angry
Sitting calm and white
Protective of the soul
Red flows together with blue
Into little purple highways
Allow all passage through
Keeping my body alive
Four chambers separate
The beating love I crave
Love for beauty, safety, compassion,
And of course, understanding
For all the parts to come together
Exists the very reason
My heart pumps at all.
~bhscorch
"Pumping Blood" by bhscorch is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License