Blending today’s Poetic Asides call for a “direction” poem with the Stroll of Poets prompt, “where the heart beats.”

Behind the sternum

is where the heart beats

in the most literal sense,

but also wherever it is that you

are closest to me.

It all comes down to impulses,

electric and erotic.

The zap of every kiss.

How fitting that it’s

about the size of a fist,

because of the punch I feel,

the pow, right in the chest

when I look at you,

remembering you’ve

chosen me.