Heart Strings (AKA Listen To Yo Mamma)

I can see the strings of your heart
under a skin so thin and translucent
Those blue lines so fine branching out
tie you two together
She’ll show you the ropes
She knows all the bows
and all the knots
and how to unravel the tangle
that life can bind and blind you to
She’ll show you how to play those heart strings
Life’s melody flows (I see it sing)
In you.

Singular

Cell, you’re sole
but nevertheless
essential to the whole
and always more
than the sum of your parts
Taking your toll
when playing your role
Pay to your heart’s contents
(blood, veins, arteries and vents)
a constant source
through the system sent
And when your job is done
some more will come
to take your place
until one day…
none

Sensitive

If I arose one morning and my eyes couldn’t see
I would trace your face with my fingertips
If one night I couldn’t hear a word you said
I would listen through my hands on your lips
If one day my skin couldn’t feel anything
I’d still be touched that you made time for me
If dawn broke, I awoke, and was no longer clairvoyant
that’s cool, you and I have no need for telepathy
If one soon afternoon I couldn’t detect your scent
I’d sniff the air like a bloodhound on your case
If the buds on my tongue one evening went numb
I’d still lick you all over your face