Wednesday, January 11, 2012

Electrocardiography

He looks at me in the sheer darkness of the room,
As we lay between sheets.

"Only you can hear the rhythm which my heart beats."

I blinked and said,
"If that were true, who could prove your vital signs?"

He whispered, "You,"

 "You are my lifeline."

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