Your Heart's Still Beating

Beating
trickles of wet life
sanguine and hot
encasing your soul
tying it
to the skin around your bones
etched and worn
as though trampled
by a thousand different passions
in a thousand different lifetimes
tired
but held
by the slow trickle
of blood through your veins
the only thing binding you
to the ground beneath your feet
to the skin around your bones
to the air that fills your lungs
to the trees and to the stones

And when that red lace is undone
Nothing can hold you back