Your Parallel Hearts

To love someone

Is to hand them your heart,

Engraved with scars,

Dripping with roots

Drenched in buds

Thrumming with the pulse

Of your life;

To let each imperfection

Be traced as a poem

By fingertips painted

With every whisper

Of a promise,

And every promise

Of a whisper;

To feel yourself strengthen

The more vulnerable you become,

Blossoming with drips of tears

That spill as you see the light

Bursting from the heart in your hands,

The one parallel

To your own,

The one whose rawness

You can heal with hope,

Whose clans are singing to themselves

The sweetness of your song;

I hope you two now stand,

Watching each other’s eyes flicker

With every synchronized pulse

Of your hearts,

Accepting of each imperfection

Forever present,

Trusting in the life

You have handed one another,

Whispering the poem

Unique to your love.