sing along

listen, listen for my heart,
that beating blood-tunnel
that never knows when to stop.
you will not find it here at home.
you will but glimpse it in the poem.
to hear it, that’s another matter-
come rest your head upon my shoulder.
listen to that lively bicycle pump,
that guitar you confidently strum.
listen like it matters
that I’m still filled with oxygen.
listen close to learn the tune
so you can sing along.