Vena Amoris

Kevin Brown Poetry

I count them slow,

One, two, three

And on the fourth,

I linger, knowing,

Somehow, sometime -

I’ll feel a heartbeat,

Beat, in time with mine.

A hand that once trembled,

And shook, violently

Falls steady to the rhythm,

Felt through the Vena Amoris.

Men of science dispel the myth,

I still hold to be true.

Kevin Brown © 30.10.2016

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