Posts Tagged ‘pulse’

of when your eyes connect with another’s

and heat jumps through your body

and you want to know them,

and you want them to know you;

you want them to want

to understand

like you want to

understand

them.

My regular blood flow is interrupted,

the drumbeat changed, when I see you.

No longer does my pulse stream

at a constant rate, unnoticeable,

it quickens to a locomotive pace.

My heart and guts quiver,

something in me swells, engorges

and pushes away feelings of sadness

as simply as a tear is stroked away

by the steady finger of a lover.

Is it your flushed face,

your small and kind eyes-

their blue warmth like a stove-fire,

which tug my gaze to be held there,

like the compliant needle of a compass?

You, the center,

are far from me,

buried in long conversations

with people I do not know-

one man with dark hair, one man in flannel.

Do you even know my name?

My heart observes:

learning every detail of your face and the way you walk,

listening to the sound of your voice,

fluttering like a doe’s eye from the subtlety of your laugh.

This moment is conceivably permanent;

I smile at your back, my heart pulsating

at a frantic-rabbit pace,

and you staring forward,

head tilted at an angle which I can admire.

My thoughts jumping with happy possibilities

and the sad realization that they will never be.

Unless,

you turn and smile at me.

Love is a many-splendored thing,

blooming slow, like a flower in Spring.

The petals yield their colors, bright

pulses flare and skins ignite.

Two red beacons then converge,

and greet each other with kind words.

I sense there is something you could tell me,

but won’t, seeing as we are far apart.

I rest on the twilight edge of this city,

You rest on the other side. I hear your heart

echoing across the distance between us,

the expanse filled with amber and neon.

The beat stumbles toward me, shreds the hush.

I close my eyes and listen to it– wan

as an ill baby, but a comfort, a song

that reaches me and pries nightmares from my mind.

I sit staring out the window, and ask how long

until I see you again? The wind

offers no reply. Only blatant noise.

Though muffled, your heartbeat still pierces this void.