three swords deep

if i could feel
her heart beat
in these two mean
hands for the barest
sliver of time
what would be found
deep within?
and should something sound
emerge into the light

of any day
for me to say
with some degree
of certainty
that i’m half the man
i hoped i’d be?
and would awareness slice
through a web of lies
grounding this lesser sense
of self or might i find
myself forever lost
within a shiver
of that dark night?