Your are the beat that my heart skipped.
You cause my ventricles to pump
my blood into my brain, which is the crypt
you enter speeding past my bump.
My pulse reflects the action of my heart,
and I have no intention to complain
how you have made it stop and start
irregularly, for I blame my brain.
1/6/06
gershon hepner
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/beat-my-heart-skipped/
