I feel it
Somehow giving me life,
But throbbing within you
How can another
Beat for me?
Not quite sure how this came to be.
Your systolic drives me wild;
Your caring, honest love
That makes me do right
Pushes me to do better
Live healthy and happy
Not anything I could do on my own
But somehow life-forces from you
All the way to the inside of me.
The diastolic, so sweet
Wraps me up in warmth
Makes me glow and sleep soundly
How intimate can it be
To just "be"
With you?
But somehow your relaxed motion
Takes me to a better place.
The pressure
Not peer or overwhelming
But all it takes
To not bruise a tomato
Never to much,
Enough to know you're there
Holding me, safely keeping me
Shielding me from the world.
To keep me low
You get me high
You are my salt,
My bad habits, my laziness,
My overweight, my drunkedness...
You are these things for me
(Or keep these things from me)
So I no longer need them
To feel wanted, needed, whole
Not now,
Now that I've found
My heartbeat.
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