Place your hand over my heart
Feel it pulsate, in tandem with the art
Feel it fuel my vessel with fire
In my veins, it resides
In place of what you call blood
My unparalleled transcendence
Into a mobile torch of sorts.
That beat is a gift
That beat is all I need
To remind me
That my role
Is far from fulfilled.
– Original-Dante ©2017
Photograph by: haur
O.D. 
Nice use of the daily prompt
Thank you 🙂
My pleasure
Love it! Rhythmic was never defined better 😊
Thanks Dorinda ❤
You’re welcome, Michael ❤
gorgeous image and beautiful words to beat along to ❤
Appreciating the visit Kim, much love ❤
Great poem and image!
Thanks! 😀