My heart peeks through the crevices between my bones.
In this space between my vertebrae I've found where it belongs.
Who does the midnight bell toll for, I know it is not for me.
And I watch her ring from my window, to and fro and fro to thee.
And I kiss her in my mind,
fed up with the incessant cestrum night.
And I wonder if she would call for me,
If I climbed up the bell tower and wrung it free.
And as it calls it shakes my bones,
palpitating upon the glass church domes.
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