Throb go the Heartstrings

Blood swirls through

from the heart to your veins

Only to cycle afresh and anew.

~*~

Its sanguine scent

while heady and sweet

colors scarlet the bitter brew.

~*~

Risen by the call

of your heart’s heavy beat

and the splash of tears you’ve let slip.

~*~

Returned, I have

though my spectral presence

lades your soul with dread.

~*~

While it may be

that I am no more

Romance itself is never dead.

Image by Oliana Gruzdeva from Pixabay

Author: jongraylang

Novel Writer, Screenwriter, Filmmaker & occasionally an Actor. Handy with a Sword, Ukulele, and Skis. Author of Nun With a Gun: The Town with No Name, The Matilda, Twistin' Matilda, Black Matilda, and Secret Matilda. Writer of the upcoming Sci-Fi sequel, Waltzing Matilda. View all posts by jongraylang