NaPoWriMo: Day 21
It Beats On The heart when in love is vulnerable, open, raw. Ready for the taking it beats to the name of our lover, every cell calling his name in unison. It cannot be stopped, it is far too late for all of that. The heart, once open to love is like a young child suckling from its mother's breast - It will stop for no one. The heart beats on, even between lovers, awaiting its great love, its big love the one to put the rest to shame. Until then, it seeks, searches, sure that it exists. Copyright 2011 Heather Strang
Posted: April 22nd, 2011 under Uncategorized.