Heartstrings

Your comfort bid me welcome

And I made my home in you.

My soul slept in new surroundings

And bid the world adieu.

Your spirit stretched its sinewy muscles,

Reached out and entwined with mine.

It grew into the heart of my very existence

And spread through my soul like a vine.

Your veins flowered out and attached themselves

To the channels that flow under my skin.

My blood runs thick with you and yours

And I don't' know where you end and I begin.

My definition

Is unknown.

I am no longer

My own.

My nerves were laid bare

To connect to your core.

All I know, is that I am yours

Whether wife or whore.

You run rampant through me

Like an infectious disease.

All heartstrings lead to you.

Scalpel, please.