heart speak



heart talk

You don’t get to listen to too many hearts in your life. I remember the few that I’ve heard, and why I got to hear them.

I love the sound of yours, such a fervent rhythm. You have a beautiful muscle in there; energetic and ebullient and eager. It’s like the puppy in the gift box on Christmas day, held in against its will, demanding to be heard, messaging the outside world that it’s ready for me…

that it keeps you ready for me.

I love hearing it race, singing its up-tempo chant as it responds to your body’s needs, needs that I initiated. Hearing it


its resonating beat through your ribcage as you rise to catch another


before my hands take it away again. Your slow, luxurious writhing always gives you an air of serenity, but your heart is your giveaway. Its pace and urgency tell me the inside story. It tells me that in there where only you will ever live,

it’s frenetic,

it’s overload.

It lets me know that, in this unguarded, intimate moment your body isn’t the replete, controlled vessel at your command.

Right now it’s reduced to the primitive.

Right now it’s a million nerve endings all screaming for attention.

It’s an air consumer searching for its oxygen.

It’s an itch that must be scratched.

All that matters is the promise of satisfaction that hasn’t yet been delivered. All that your beautiful mind is working on is feeling what’s now and

wanting what’s next.

And inches below my warm, soothing fingers your heart keeps the beat to its own surrender.

 © Mark Lewis


i like my body


 Another e.e. cummings because you can’t settle with only one taste of him…..

The wonderful video telling is by a guy named Tyler…. http://vimeo.com/tborbe

The four chambers of the heart – part I


I fell from a hole in my heart

And you caught me.

A wounded woman, perhaps even broken.

You were right where I needed you to be,

Under the sky as I came plummeting down.


You pulled me so close and tight into your chest,

My ear against your heart.

“Listen.” You said as you stroked my hair

like I was some wild thing curled against you.


I did eventually still.

And as I listened,

the beat lulled away the world.

It beat so slowly it made my shoulders relax,

And the weight of my heart sank right down into yours.


I could breathe in the space between those beats.


I’ve thought a lot about the timing over the years

Like we made a pact in another life that when I broke you would be there

Not to put me back together again

But to show me I had another heart that would fill.


Even now, so many years later

I look at you across the coffee table,

The light from the TV flickering across your face,

You’re just as soft. Just as strong.

I remember the sound of creaking boats in the bath

The sarong you wore as you played guitar and made me brie on toast for breakfast


Your hand still strokes my hair when I fret

And your heart still beats slower than anyone I’ve ever met.

 © Elsa Holland

From the wonderfully talented Elsa Holland…you should read her works here



Teach me to sin—

In love’s forbidden ways,
For you can make all passion pure;
The magic lure of your sweet eyes
Each shape of sin makes virtue praise.

Teach me to sin—

Enslave me to your wanton charms,
Crush me in your velvet arms
And make me, make me love you.
Make me fire your blood with new desire,
And make me kiss you—lip and limb,
Till sense reel and pulses swim.
Aye! even if you hate me,
Teach me to sin.

by Alfred Bryan


she being brand new


she being Brand

-new;and you
know consequently a
little stiff I was
careful of her and (having

thoroughly oiled the universal
joint tested my gas felt of
her radiator made sure her springs were O.

K.)i went right to it flooded-the-carburetor cranked her

up,slipped the
clutch (and then somehow got into reverse she
kicked what
the hell) next
minute i was back in neutral tried and

again slo-wly;bare,ly nudg.       ing(my

lev-er Right-
oh and her gears being in
A 1 shape passed
from low through
second-in-to-high like
greasedlightning) just as we turned the corner of Divinity

avenue i touched the accelerator and give

her the juice,good

was the first ride and believe I we was
happy to see how nice and acted right up to
the last minute coming back down by the Public
Gardens I slammed on

breaks Bothatonce and

brought allofher tremB
to a:dead.


by e.e. cummings

sigh…..did this man know how to write a poem or what? Try read it like he wrote….oh my!

I hope to include a little more poetry on my site. I hope you’ll enjoy it as much as I…