| Brittle bones The flesh is weak because the mind is absent The brain thinks, the body reacts A system of electricity and chemistry Pumping and flowing, blood sustains There is a buttress between the flesh and mind That is the heart It warms, pounds, it bleeds Is this where the soul resides? The strongest muscle is so frail It breaks yet continues to function The heart keeps the body alive As empty as that life might be The heart is the strongest organ But it is not the largest It's rhythm is an internal sensation The heart cannot be denied for it keeps us alive The epidermis, the wrapping, the shell The perception of touch, the surface of the body Smooth, silky, sensual, scarred The mind knows, the heart races, the eyes tell, but skin feels Love consumates when we become lost in another's eyes Fingers tell the heart to thunder Kisses order the eyes to close Every motion felt, the flesh again becomes weak Overwhelming and overpowering Skin touches skin, passion and heat The heart wants to penetrate Beyond the surface into another's life The mind betrays the heart, lips quiver The brain is electric, the body is chemical A toxic prison entraps the heart The vessel of the soul |