It is curious
and unpredictable
what makes your heart
do that thing.
that THING.
the dance.
two quick beats
one so close to the next
it is impossible
to find the blurry edges
between them.
like a shove
from the inside.
one minute asleep,
muzak in the lift,
drifting on autopilot,
then clickity-clack
you are awake
and your heart
is doing
that thing.
that THING.
the dance.
the one that explains
where your skin begins
and ends
and begins again.
it is completely undignified
and glorious
and curious
and unpredictable
but she knows
she does it to me.
she does it to me, every time.
