artificiality doesn't live here
Juliette Brookman
a heart-shaped cookie.
does it beat?
does it break?
it’s as sweet as yours.
it’s within me
as yours is,
taking up the empty space
that i didn’t know
needed to be filled.
a void i was unaware of,
you snuck your way in
and masked it
with love and affection.
i hope it’s warm
where my ribs and blood
live and circulate.
snuggle up to my
pulsing drumbeat
and let it lull
you to sleep.
i’ll keep it soothing for you.
my heart has been
mended by you,
fusing with your fast
rhythms of life,
with your bright eyes
and bandaged soul.
as long as you stay close,
my heart won’t end up
like it’s cookie imitation.