BETWEEN TWO LUNGS

It took millions of years for evolution to build me a rib-cage. To protect my heart. One of my lungs sacrificed  its size for my heart to be stationed there, comfortable, warm and un-harmfully hugged. When it sacrificed its area it also sacrificed the volume of my breath intake to feed my every dividing cell. I remember when I had gills and a tale. In those days everything started to grow rapidly in order to surround my heart, and hold it there in the middle, biting the life into me.

It is soft and fragile. It is no bone and filled with no marrow. But with a red liquid containing iron. The iron that collects oxygen from my masochistic lungs. Making my chest go wider with every breath I take. With every hope.

My heart, all tender and sweet has been bruised by ones before you. I know how a bruise forms. Also, it contains secrets and heartaches. It holds too, a corner, a very small corner for the sins I will never commit but somehow thought of already. It contains my loses and my prides. From when the boy across the street cut my Barbie's hair, when I got the school certificate with top marks, when the organizer of the tournament put the gold medal over my head leaving it to hang over my not yet developed girl boobs,  to when he left me crying and dancing alone to the songs of the past. It contains my regrets and dreams. When I realized I would not get into university to strongly believing that my hands are shaped to hold and re-live another person's heart. It contains all my 'what ifs' and my insecurities. My loves.

Evolution took such long time to make my anatomy as fit for survival as for feeling the pains and tickles, heat and colds. It made my chromosomes combine perfectly and all my enzymes find their match. My helix makes a beautiful spiral and my atoms float and let float through me wonderfully. I am perfect and there is no one truer than me than myself in this body containing this crooked soul coated with the skin that is resilient to the winds and the sun.

I may be made from flesh and blood, add here H2O, but don't forget that my heart is pumping  iron through all my body reaching every limb, every tip of toes and fingers, all the way up to my jealous brain. I may be flesh and blood but I am stronger than I think I am, and no matter how many times I fall, I will rise again.

My heart is my source, my life, my everything and what does make you think I will serve it to you on a silver plate? My ears can disappoint and let your words undress me, but you'd have to posses the skills and wear a halo of my hero to win my heart and illuminate me whole.

And only then I will be your lamb.