In Pulse

This blood flowed up from the inferior vena cava-
From nowhere near the head.
This love I have for you stirred deeper,
And I suppose without thought.

Into the right atrium, the idea stirred.  
It flowed quickly through the tricuspid valve,
Without stopping,
Until the valve closes with a "lub"-
The origin shut off.
The right ventricle thrust up,
And we're breathing.

Back into the heart,
But this time we're left.
The left atrium allows the flow one more time.
We trickle through the mitral valve,
And the blood is for a moment sitting.
But then it's gone,
And the aortic valve slams with a "dup"...

With no more pulses to come,
I wish I could relive
So that I may never forget

_{though i know i never will}