Somewhere inside my ribcage
the one your hands grasp
and linger over
the one that holds my lungs
that are fit to burst when i see you
is a heart which loves you
it relishes your words
and only beats your name
in its frantic paces
and its rare steady ones
as it stumbles and rushes
and when I am peacefully in your arms
holding you close
my head on your shoulder
just feeling you solidly there
and writing stories
and sharing love
and with you
my entire world is music
and my heart loves your heart
because i can hear it speaking with mine
somewhere beneath your ribcage
beside the lungs that give volume
to precious words
is your heart
and i can feel it beat against my hand
and i can hear you say
that you love me