Chordae Tendineae

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Pluck me a melody from the sinews of your heart—

be mine

own Orpheus; private poet,

sing me your soul.

Tell me you’ll give me adoration, heavy—

more than mine arms can carry,

plus.

 

I promise I will dance for you like

Eurydice,

cherished wife.

 

I promise I will strip for you like

prostitutes do,

but for the low, low price of

one true sweetheart.

 

Pluck me a melody from the sinews of your heart

when I wake up bathing

in mine

own vomit, cos I gone and done it

again—

got stupid

over the love of a lyre.

 

© Kindra M. Austin

 

(image: Wikipedia)

21 Comments

          1. We actually took care of some friends’ pets just last weekend while they were away. One rabbit, 5 of its cute little bunnies, and their little dog. It was a serious cute fest!
            Bun buns, haha i love that!!
            I just ate a chocolate chip hot cross bun. Delicious. 😁

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