It beats only blood

She was an object of affection

and an ear to keep me

grounded...

and with all my friends

an object of my

affection...

But time has past,

and the feelings

no longer live

in this heart

that beats only

blood...

It is only flesh and blood

and void of

emotions

no keeper of

secret affections

or acceptance of

emotions

No feelings

to be self-judging

about

or self-loathing

just because a

feeling

doesn't align

with norms

and

so as I walk

on this rainy

night

I bring the objects

of these affections, my

muses

of longing

and adoration

and listen to

the sound of a

heart

that beats only

blood...