heartbeat

it will become the wind
that I use for soaring
it will be come the flow
that I use to surf

it will become the desire
that I call out for in my sleep
it will become the answer
to my morning sickness escapade

it can’t be found in law
it can be found in the street
it can’t be found in chez moi
it can be found in reality

it will become the friend
that I saught and found
it will become the enemy
that dampens my clean-swept record

it will become tainted
that way, it’s tarnished
it will become outdated
that way, it’s retro

it can’t be found in churches
it can be found in love
it can’t be found in name
it can be found in a heartbeat.