What makes your heart beat?

Well, if i may think of this
Then i must be alive.
Before the loins shudder in release
to chronicle another life,
a girl meets a boy.
They struggle where they would.
Where they can’t, it destroys
a bad before the good.
Life stops for a minute
then starts all again.
An end and a limit
Tears are a torrent of rain
Before painful pushes
and the infant yelps
they appear like soft cushions
soiled by suffering, needing help.
That day their drums resume
beating in their hearts.
Lighting fires that consume
chapters of different parts
Picture a pulse-less child
on the lap of his mother
the wires are cut,
The circuit, the plugs
there’s air he can’t breathe
Love he can’t receive.
But girl meets boy
Pulses push faster
They drown in a bucket of joy
and three heartbeats are recorded after.

Leonell