I listen to her heartbeat
to discover what music
is actually like. The sound
of it is a marble rattling
between the lobes of my brain,
pulsating purity into them.
An ear pressed to her chest
it like a message in a bottle
from heaven. I've been told
there are many fish in the sea
but see she is a mermaid.
I plucked out my own eyes
out of the desire of not seeing
anything after I had bore
witness to her beauty.
The gouged pupil
has felt tricked by lesser imitations
of her by those envious with jealousy.
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