Please reach ye here within my breast;
Thrust your hand ‘neath ribs and membranes,
And find the beat within my chest
Attached to arteries and veins.

You must feel how it pines for you;
Take it in one unholy snatch.
Look here, it beats constant and true,
And my blood spurts across the thatch.

I pledged to give my heart to you;
Please, squeeze it now with all your might
Till cardiac muscle seeps through
Your fist’s crevices with delight.

See now, it is like warm play dough;
It’s stopped bleeding, beating, feeling.
You’ve lost interest in me, ergo
My sight and blood are congealing.