Massage the heart, gently

Her hands are in the chest
desperate to squeeze
the life back into it.
Scripted lips remind her to
Massage the heart, gently
and she does, like the mouth
of a lioness carrying her cub
by the scruff of the neck
as it purrs against
the teeth of safety.

© Carl Burkitt 2023

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