An Intimate Cardiology

An Intimate Cardiology

I have listened to your heart beat.

Salty and full of flight,

Sensed the scars extending

To your fingernails and calves,

I have listened to your heart beat.

I have listened to your heart beat.

Wound tight round like a fishing lure,

Brown and pink like a flag flown

On a Wednesday after Mardi Gras.

I have listened to your heart beat.

I have listened to your heart beat.

Confused hunters wandering aimlessly,

Cabins covering the hill, obfuscating

The true ruler of the mountain people.

I have listened to your heart beat.

I’m still listening.