penetrates into soft muscles;
soft muscles cannot
resist the acuteness
and bursts forth like a flaming blossom
with one million heavens in -
The pulmonary vein
a long lake on which floating boats
rolling; carrying piles of correspondence
of slow influxing breaths
of your pristine, pure perspiration
as scent of the oasis springs up the dryland
The aorta
a turbulent sea cannot longer await to
toss and turn fierce and fertile fishes
preparing to mate, to
send all over Atlantic
the affection the broad blue water holds
The vena cava
a lazy-going reservoir of sentiment
exhausted creatures thirsty for love
find a quiet resting place just in
search for what they deserve,
what the story entails
The pulmonary artery
a finale of rowing river of impatience
holding nearly-bursting bottles, and towards
the lungs, tails of love-alphabets are
written in breaths and voices
jostling in particle-filled air towards you
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