My
heart,
a lonely machine
of spirit and blood
is beating,
every minute of
is time
it's sounding literally.
In love.
The
love
sounds around
the midnight
hour.
Late so late.
My heart
beats
but my loneliness still.
Inside your sweet name
me.
Could be
such a wonderful
love .
Could be. Beating.
Sounding.
And all the midnight
sounds sounding.
Me
