Settling

I'm just listening;
Listening
to the dull thud of my heart.

Your doe eyes, they sang
Through to the thud thud,
be-dum, be-dum of me.

But I tried to poke them,
Desperate for a feel.
I wanted to feel your eyeballs,

To cup their globby fullness;
But, my fingers,
they went right through.

I wanted to take your guts
The molten bloody mess of it
Swirl them round my mouth

But I'm just listening;
Listening
to the grey thud of my heart.