Mine

 

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.