Another Poetry Break in the Action

Science of Love and Understanding

My love for you 
Was as thick as blood
As tough as muscles
You tone in bed 
Before old age takes
And makes them useless
Stretching for miles
Until it's all just weakened tendons
Dragging the bone
And I am left alone
In a king-sized bed
With empty thoughts of you running through my head

Memories of you 
Turn me blue as blood
Before it turns red
And flows in veins 
I want to live vicariously through
If it means I can be inside you 
But a heartbeat isn't as simple as it seems
When the atria and ventricles cease
And love becomes as precise and coordinated as a dance

Surgery Scars 

Shrink me down
To a microscopic size
To fit inside your blood cells
So that I can see
Your secrets and sins
On the way to your heart-
The cage I'll suffer silently within....and out...in...and out
Until cardiac arrest renders you 
Dead or bed-ridden
Forgiven but forbidden
To love, lost and labored over
Like a surgery- botched

The surgical scars across my chest
Are a constant reminder 
Of everything I gave to you 
My heart in your hands
My heart-your hands
My heart in your hands
My heart-your hands
My head caving in 
Left a mess
From the sight of you 
In that dress
The night you lost the will to fight 
Your hands- empty 
My heart- broken

Expiration Date

Is this the way a toy feels
When its batteries run out 
Its better days behind it
Cast aside for shinier toys
From fancy chests
In the attic
Or worse, trapped in the closet 
With skeletons of your past
Nothing else to do 
Except haunt you (in dreams) 
By the foot of your bed

Is this the way a vowel feels
When other letters are chosen 
But words cannot be without their heroes 
Cast aside, forming nonsense words
Just letter strung together
Making a code
Instead of a message worth repeating
Or worse
Breaking rules to a language 
They don't even know 

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