Pools of emerald,
Meet pools of caramel,
Across a room.
Eyes desire’s herald.
Rapping, tapping
In the core,
At the right atrium chamber door.

Blood rushes,
From heart to face,
And back again;
Roses from artists’ brushes.
Rapping, tapping
In the core,
At the right ventricle chamber door.

Fingertips brush curtains
Away from windows
To the soul.
Everything’s uncertain.
Rapping, tapping
In the core,
At the left atrium chamber door.

First words the net,
Wisps of smoke,
No substance there,
Yet.
Rapping, tapping
In the core,
At the left ventricle chamber door.

Could this be love?
Or just another drug.

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