Two Poems by Ace Hudnell

Category Five

I feel it pulsing against my chest
building, pushing, threatening to burst and spill

and it does
and I do

Love pours from my body like a tropical storm
seeping through my pores and pooling around Me

it is pure
like the Caribbean sea, transparent and bright

I am drowned in it, blissfully suffocating
in this feeling

I close my eyes
the Love pulls Me under.

They poke and prod and look at images of my heart.
They talk and chat and run circles around the idea of my heart.

We look at each other, holding hands and waiting.
Does he truly have ahold of my heart?

They rush out, tell us five more minutes.
They run circles again, and I realize- They know nothing of my heart.

My back aches, he has fallen asleep beside me long ago.
Going home is called the truest desire of my heart.