Scott Sherman Poems, Day 5: “Tremble”

Some days my hands shake like my heart
when I first unbuttoned your bra, the same way
it shakes when I pull the zipper on your ribcage.
My hands, hold your heart & quake
like a geriatric trapped in a nursing home, with knowledge
on how to find Atlantis or his family.

Your heart cannot be outstretched any further, take it
before the weight topples me forward.
Keep it with you & smother its trembling, let it beat
to your swaying ocean chest.

*this is the fifth and final in a five-day series of poems The Opiate is publishing by Scott Sherman. Read Day 1 here and Day 2 here, Day 3 here & Day 4 here.

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