Phrased Phases

About her

Some nights, when she knows 
I am alone
she'll come down
and knock twice. 

If I catch it, I open. 

She won't enter, no. 
Not until she holds my heart
and feels it beat, at twice the speed. 

She turns me around,
and puts it back in. 
Brings her lips closer, 
as it beats quicker. 

Her fingers trace...
harsh lines from a mean bra
and her lips soothe, 
slow and steady. 

Then we go to bed
and she hugs me, heart in hand
making sure it doesnt break, 
making sure it doesnt hurt. 

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