She Understands the Beating of My Heart

With the fusion of our hearts
At the merging of the hands
She collects my pulse
In her slimy jar
In the purse she carries

She understands
My heart count and
The degree of its temperature
With the height of its flow
Beeping on her palms

The temperament and personality
Is not far from her thought
As we continue with
Interlocking eyes

The flow of my emotions,
Cloud of reasoning and smile
Behind the muscular wall
is encrypted in her pocket book

She cares for it as she would
Her very own
Watching without sleep
For not a drop in pulse
For she knows I’ll be gone

Oh! She understands the beating of my heart

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About Michael Ogundele

A writer, ardent reader and lover of nature. fell in love with writing five years back and I've been engraved in her arms ever since. I share my little way of writing poetry and reflections based on Catholic faith and Spirituality on this space. I hope you enjoy reading as we ride the same chariot to the leafy greens. Do follow me and together, let us jump into the ocean of my ink.
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2 Responses to She Understands the Beating of My Heart

  1. This is so lovely ..I read it twice n it takes me away!

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