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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