Category: Poetry

Barrel-aged

Slow brewed
Air dried
Laid down for decades….

The person sitting next to you
Needs company
They know it
And yet….

Can you hear
Your own pulse
Ragged as it might be
Half-time maybe…

It all comes out
Sooner or later
It’s only so long…

Is it not true
That there is a conspiracy
Between human hearts
That are receptive…