Heart Rate Edge

Tightrope heart

stretches me thin

and I balance

on wire beats.

Teeter between tender caresses

and ghosted messages.

I understand the sharpness

of broken promises

and how they peel away

with surgical precision.

Know the weight of cold shoulder scalpels

and the grip of side eye clamps.

I keep studying dating profiles

for electrocardiogram heart rates

to match the pulse of my passion.

Linger on the edge 

of soft fingertips and gentle smiles

searching for life to strum at my rib cage

and rattle my heart chords awake.