It’s like a hitch, when your breath
gets caught in between the spaces of your ribs, as it swings up and down. Air
trapped between the white fences of the bones in your chest like tornadoes in
little pools wisping in air pockets.
Badum. Badum badum.
Heart racing, pressing against your
skin marking, denting, carving its shape against your sternum. How did it get
this far? When did this all start? What happened?
Badum. Badum badum
How did it get this far? – Caution to
the wind, an abrupt whim to take calls.
When did this all start? – The moment
light shyly shined through your curtains, and you hadn’t noticed time go by as
you both chattered on.
What happened? - A witty dance of the minds and a wonderful
meeting of the souls.
Badum. Badum badum
Tousled hair, creased forehead, the
slight downward tilt of his eyes folded between his upturned cheeks. Slightly
parted mouth, doe-filled eyes and a sniffling nose, breathing hard between each
heartbeat. A slow shuddering grunt and snort between little intakes of air.
Badum. Badum badum
Fast asleep one can only marvel at
the view.
In him, you see a cheeky boy, quick
witted and joyful. In him, there is a rambunctious teenager, full of passion
and energy to take on the world. In him, you see a man, tender and careful. In
him, you see a jaded romantic, cautiously sweet and giving.
Badum. Badum badum
What a paradox he is.
How beautiful he is.
How wonderful he is-
Badum. Badum badum
-
Mine.
