Your are the beat that my heart skipped. <br />You cause my ventricles to pump <br />my blood into my brain, which is the crypt <br />you enter speeding past my bump. <br />My pulse reflects the action of my heart, <br />and I have no intention to complain <br />how you have made it stop and start <br />irregularly, for I blame my brain. <br /> <br />1/6/06<br /><br />gershon hepner<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/beat-my-heart-skipped/
