Harmonic Shivers
For S
The heart is only an organ: anthropomorphisation of the flesh is just another lie but poetry doesn’t need truth:
My heart speaks to you & my skin dreams of you. Harmonic shivers* slither up my spine whenever I remember the time we spent together.
My fingertips have memories of what we did to each other; my liver is in mourning, my veins keep flowing as my spine shivers.