A poem I owe to Laurie Penny

A tangle of meat and poetry

The human heart is but a maze of meat
where muscle tangles in a gorgeous knot
Red blood flows through it, lush and burning hot.
We wander through its paths on halting feet

whenever love begins. We feel its throb
quicken beneath us, troubling us again.
It is the one time that we welcome pain
we’ve felt before, we know that it will rob

our mind of of dull staid prace, quicken each nerve
quiver us into art. We feel the reins
that love pulls hard, our arteries and veins
harsh in our mouth. We’re forced to make a swerve

where we would not have gone. Heart’s such a bitch
we know there’s some new girl. We don’t choose which.


About rozkaveney

Middleaged, trans, novelist, poet, activist
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