Biologically compatible.

She told me her mitral
Refused to work a little;
She complained of her liver
And how it lost it's vigor;
The alveoli in her lungs
Plastic,it had become
The epithelium in her nose
Immune to all smells 'cept one-

My scented sweat on her skin
My hard breath brought her life
My fingers on her torso
Drove her insanely high

My own cardiac hymn
Combined with her rhythm
Made us one as the Almighty,
Destined together biologically.

My Echo

My echo sees into my future
And leaves me to wait;
Takes a 360 and returns
Like my best mate.


It leaves me with doubt
Playing me with emotions
But it returns quickly,
This time with better reverberation.


It speaks to me at times
And tells me to be patient
It has it's own unfinished business
To complete within that instant.


It's my own boomerang
Invisible but true
It rarely fails me
You know that too.