Did I   do fine?
I did,   I    followed a beat:
            mine; and in a manner,
     my mind— thumping, turning tables
round bends; corners escaped:
lost a pulse of any quality.

Yet, I feel I can     still hear it,
still remember it, still find it. I'll
hold it closer this time, so delicately,
so preciously. Minding not to squeeze it,
nor to ignore it: to sink    attention
                           to synch affection—
I become a vessel—
and blissful beats bruise her cheeks
a colour that I've never seen before.