Thoughts blister from
scalding through veins.
Heartbeat a thrum,
pumping the bellows
lest sensation wane.
My heartstrings strum
to rising passion –
pleasure or pain –
one they become,
searching for outlet and
not in chains remain.
i really like your rhyme scheme and word choices here. The from/thrum/strum/become rhymes carry a sense of vibration throughout the poem, an undercurrent of urgency to underscore the message. Beautiful.
Thank you! I’m glad you enjoyed, and that my intentions worked! Gratitude for the encouragement :)
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