Pine Chest / Amy Neese


It's that feeling in my chest
When my heart tenses like a clenched fist pining for you
And my finger
Winds round and down visualizing your body and it's ink

It's that feeling in my chest
When I lay awake aching to break the laws of time and space and place myself in your bed tonight
Wrapped tight
In a warm blanket of light

It's that feeling in my chest
That measures my volumes of love and lust from one day to the next
The one that manifests
Tear-stained sex

It's that feeling in my chest
The one my brain sends when Venus takes rulership over Mars
Like when I remember us in our classic cars
Going further than we were allowed

It's that feeling in my chest
That on me imposes a speech impediment every time I try to impress you

Thank God
For that feeling in my chest
It led me to my guru
She says that when I grow up
I want to be you

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