i reach deep into the layers
of your being and tap into the
deep tangles of fleshy heartstrings
to feel your heartbeat through
vulnerable skin, fingers barely
grasping that ba-thump-ba-thump
in my embrace. i hold that small
ember in my palm as if it was a precious
wonder; and as the tricoloured rain
dances right before my eyes, and
the sunlight rips a tear in the artificially
darkened sky, i find myself melting
into your steady rhythm, my own melody
fitting right into yours, synced syncopation
of a duality intertwined almost into canon —
my world isolates that noisy beating
of our soli, making it the only
sweet, sweet song
only i can hear.
only we can hear.
