She was someone’s daughter.
He was someone’s son.
What bitter hate was this
to deny love and end laughter?
What horror they must have seen!
What fear they must have felt!
What torment they must have known!
What a night it must have been!
Her father must be fading away
His mother must be bereft
To know their children suffered
For no reason but loving their way.
As the tongue invades in the mouth,
The body begins to gleam,
The heat invades further into completion
And parts of the body redden:
The lips, the back, the nipples.
It’s a blossoming of the wound,
The kneading of the ache,
The feeling of the pulse
Throbbing in parts mostly dormant.
The hand grips the back of the neck,
The pounding reaches the ears;
And when the kaleidoscope erupts,
The world is extinguished.
Hearts Still Care 