Warm-Hearted
There are days when it feels
like nostalgia and anticipation
fold into each other,
some strangeness
of paisley and stripes
on cotton.
It’s your expanding
beating heart against the red-soaked
bones of your ribcage till you hear
that, “thump, thump, thump.”
And you know you couldn’t be more
full of twisting, pulsing, aching joy.
It’s these moments that define ‘you’ and ‘I’ and ‘warm-hearted’.
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