Poem: Between Hearts

Your heart and Mine

between your heart and mine,

there is a space of,

bewilderment and wonder

there are questions,

becoming edgy,

between your heart and mine

there is no other disagreement,

but our own fear, brewing

between, your heart and mine

time flows, as it should flow,

and feelings go,

where feelings usually go,

between your heart and mine

now-

the stars don’t shine, the torches never glow,

yet, there was once a spark

between your heart and mine

lit up, like an amusement park

an arm away

from an embrace,

an hour away

from your gate,

your world is an open

book,

my world, is

your story

and there, are no errors,

between your heart and mine

tensions are nascent,

between your heart and mine,

and neandethal feelings

are discarded,

but beautiful things remain,

while compliments fill

the balloons floating,

from your heart, to mine,

so they burst from airs and graces

there is a

silenced secret,

and suppressed

emotion, twirling

in the space, between your heart and mine

there are words, questions,

curiosities, lights waiting to glow,

answers, desires,

and events, between your heart and mine

there are things to

anticipate, dream-of,

and decipher, between our hearts;

there are unspoken languages,

contrived laws, and a collision,

of red hot feelings- crashing into each other,

like two planets merging-

worlds diverging, between

our aching hearts,

and

gravity flows, eternally

through the vents

of my heart,

into yours,

so both our hearts,

are calmed, void o’ fury,

and unintimidated by

the love jury,

and both our hearts,

are carried by,

the force of nature

we never show it,

though it is live;

there are performances,

on the stages, in the

spotlight,

between your heart and mine,

hence, we become so broadway that,

no thick line

can cross out, the way we feel;

turning through the Hollywood wheel,

we’ve got fame out our feet,

and take to the arts, for theraphy;

beneath a creavity canopy

there is a silenced,

longstanding, robust,

and an unblemished aura

circling and flappin’

through the rings and clouds,

in the ambience

between your heart and mine

there is a whole

other world, no man alive

could build, with his

bare hands or heavy tools;

constructed in, the urban setting,

between your heart and mine

I know I’ll be fine,

and you will be too

because each and every one,

of your heartbeats,

reassure and console me;

every second of your life, adds

another mintute to mine...

implying that, there is one ending

between your heart and mine,

therefore, we will perish, identically,

then together in the underworld, we will

continue to be

as only you could

see, what everyone

else was blind to;

my breaking points-

moral hypotheses; experiments,

to see what would happen,

should i witness you fade,

becoming so paranoid

that,

for days,i swam through my horoscope,

as if there were chemicals,

on the page,

that could cease, whatever

the stars perceived as trauma,

or as if i could dive, straight into hope,

desperately trying to make time

become less fractious, and

praying, for emotional traffic, to flow

freely in the passages between

your heart and mine

as if the soul of the sign,

and the astrologer’s orotund prediction,

would make it less malice,

and more milignant

operative upon

our own train ride,

with nothing to hide,

in our hearts; goin’ round the track,

‘til we came back, with our

Heads, pregnant, heavily, with

ideas, and things to say

and it was then, the tunnel

was formed,

between your heart and mine

so that you could, walk-in

on my lies, and see them, before

they were even formed,

so that i could sleep, in the hazel

duvet ,of your eyes, covered by

your lashes, soft as feather

you knew how i ascended, and

descended, like

interrupted surprises or ecstasy,

when you were too scarce

for me, to dial your number,

and sit still, with your voice

caressing the inside of my ear-

you altered by the seams,

and we graduated from an era;

an age of unseen,

enchanting, and different

ways, or diverse shades,

of the same day,

making all the difference;

testing me, and tempting me,

to submit my body, and soul-

clinging to a celestial pole

but,

strength differed now;

the cavity in which it bred,

had it purling- stirring,

all the miseries, under the bed,

power wanted to

mimic the head,

and slice through, what should

not have been said, while all the heart did,

was try, not to make, the eyes see-

that it was sadly,

bucking away, against a

few dislocated ribs,

in the lampshade

shaped chamber

because, it was too

afraid of the conscious,

bereft-of-thorough-thought, kind of mental state,

we adopted, when we were suffocated by fate;

casting out meaningless anger, and hate,

while meandering, shyly,

between your heart and mine

we depended upon,

abusing each other,

and once, i was still holding on,

and trapped

in your shadow, when you

turned to go;

abandoning me- leavin’ me

to hang there, raped by

rough, autumn air,

in the orgy of wind, smaking

me, from side to side,

‘til i erased that

thick line, separating,

your heart from mine

and decreased

the distance,

between your our hearts,

because there could be no

gaps or cracks,

between your heart and mine

                                                                   -Raeez Jacobs

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