I count them slow,

One, two, three

And on the fourth, 

I linger, knowing, 

Somehow,  sometime – 

I’ll feel a heartbeat, 

Beat,  in time with mine. 

A hand that once trembled,

And shook,  violently

Falls steady to the rhythm, 

Felt through the Vena Amoris. 

Men of science dispel the myth, 

I still hold to be true. 

Kevin Brown © 30.10.2016

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