The Spell of the Heartbeat

For Anybody Under This Spell

I lay on your chest,
Listening to your heart.
It beats feverishly,
Going thump-thump,
And I shut my eyes to the rhythm.

A gentle sleep,
The heart puts that spell on me.
In my dreams, you're there,
Swaying in endless dancing with me.
An organ's music plays sweetly.

When I'm home,
I hear it rise and fall.
I take that musical sound with me.
I hear it pulsing,
Your ghost is there, but I know you're real.

With you, I'm not alone,
With you, my breath is taken,
With you, I can believe,
With you, I feel my own heart pulsing,
With you, I can see the colors clearly.

I wake up,
Your hand in mine,
Your heart goes thump-thump in my ear.
My face twists into a smile,
As I look up at you.

Adonis: A Complex

I stand in front of the mirror...
All I see is that my body isn't good enough.
I'm not muscular...
I lift, and I lift, but I see nothing.
Nothing is achieved, and no next goal...

Is there something wrong? My diet, maybe?
Do I need to do more? Eat more?
Am I too skinny? Do I look fat?
Why do I question myself?
Why do I have this constant need to improve?

I'm looking at all these other guys who
have what I want...
A body to be proud of...
Muscle, masculinity, sweat dripping down their faces.
I want that so badly, but I feel my body can never reach
that potential.

I'm ashamed of my body...
I'm ashamed at myself for feeling this way...
I'm ashamed of not being perfect...
I'm ashamed of my thoughts...

I want to be beautiful, strong, and stop some hearts...
I want to view the world like it sees me...
I need to be freed from the complex of Adonis...