There is an orchestra on my neck shaped like your pulse*
and I feel it when your teeth graze.
I feel it when your face lights up like a puppy when it greets its owners.
I feel it when I pull away from our kiss and you look at me like there is
nothing else*
you would rather be seeing.
I feel it when people say I will hurt you
and for a second I might believe them.
But then the orchestra starts to play and I am reminded that to hurt you
would feel like
death.

I can feel the love reverberating through my body like a warning sign.
It's been a year since I was last in love and can I afford to try again?
Then your pulse begins to play as the orchestra in my neck
and I scold myself for letting
the insecurities take over.

Since we first kissed,
I have reminded myself repeatedly that I am not good enough
for anybody.

Since we first kissed,
you have reminded me repeatedly that not only
am I good enough,
but that I am good enough
for you.