Dislocate the Heart

Dislocate the heart
Keep those eyes wide shut
Right at the very start.
It goes in revolutions, around and around
Pulling you deeper in
There’s no absolution here
Though maybe a sad fateful grin

Drawn to somebody even though it isn’t clear
Struggling, trying to fight it, and knowing what’s ahead
Beneath the veneer
Who am I?
Maybe part of me is already dead.

I want clarity, reasoning and identity
Solitude and a quiet place
Needing her lips on mine
Wrapped in each others arms
Seeking our dark solace

I sense sadness and tears in time
Yet I crave our darker moments
In blackness and blood entwined
Feeling her soft touch
The firmness of her body against mine