"Get a life" she said.
"I have a heart" I kindly explained.
"I have a mission to love".
I have this session in my head,
of music and dance.
A notion in my energy,
of grief and celebration.
A notion instead of suffering
soft voices humming my soul
to sleep, that care
for me and my heart goes
"boom-boom, boom-boom" it outburts
from my chest, I shiver
getting goosebumps all over my chest,
my ribs follow,
my legs surrender and my pelvis swollows
the whole world, my stomach
knows, always there next to my heart
upon my soul, next to life
next to last, right up front there