
Small God of my chest.
You keep time better than any clock.
Mark the moments of a being in soft thrum through veins and organs.
Yet, you are more than a mere giver of life.
You are the thing whispering love in my ears.
Guiding me in the direction of whom or what to love and when and for how long.
Thinnest tongue of truth cleverly hanging in your shielded…


