I’d buy your smile
For a dollar.
And no, that’s not much,
But it’s one hundred copper
Heartbeats
That you and I will share
Between now –
The moment we meet
And then –
Your final breath or mine.
And like the coins they represent
Those heartbeat moments will
Shine or not
Will gleam or not
But lusterless or brilliant,
They are ours.
And when they are gone,
I’ll ask your two cents worth
On silly things.
Just to share another pair of heartbeats
With you.
Comments
Apr 5 2009
this is wonderfully conceived - the prevailing imagine is very yes! and the two cents just such a wonderful addition/culmination
and i can taste it. i love poetry i can taste
Apr 5 2009
This one, somehow, gave me goosebumps.
Apr 9 2009
Very interesting concept. I like how the phrase "two cents" was thrown in towards the end.
Though I would remove heartbeat from the phrase "heartbeat moments", it seems redundant.
Oct 30 2009
OK, you need to add bookmarks, Mr. Gadfly. I need to find some of these later. Especially this one.
Mar 24 2009
Working on it. D5's Bookmarks module is crap.
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