Your heart

What about that -

The freckles on the chest from the shimmer on the water that reflects and burns?

What about that -

The warmth of the veins of a throat not my own nestled on top of me (nestled on top of me)?

Could this be just the beginning? Could this be you at the start?

I feel you – it startles, awakens my infancy. I don’t know half of your heart.