Intermittent Heart by Jenny Banai

There is much to cover. Do you have hours to sit and listen?
I am told by my heart, intermittent, recall the once lived
vision. I shy away from merely speaking. Intuition is to breath the
same. I feel what began, instinctive, grown and
lived in. Never unsee what has seen, knowing, insistent
on being, on fleeing the impatient reason. It's a given, we won't
think the same. Hours ahead I know what bleeds my
heart. All save my stubborn clothes are torn apart. I open
this woollen weighty cloak. Uncover the interlacing threads
bound tight. Unwind the knotted head informed to flight.
Nearest to me I strain to free fear. Hone me your thoughts.
I'll swallow them whole. Cling to my robe. Cleave through
my heart. I’ll open your soul. Swiftly we'll fall.
Are we tenderly mistaken?
Gentle in transgression?
He craves real. I am real. I am knowing. He fought the
silence faint and found in a frame unseen. He craves real.
I am real. I am sensing. He sought the violence faint and
found in a fable peace.

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