Heart to heart
I listen to you.
The beat in your chest is the most beautiful sound
that this whole god damn Earth has ever made.
You come to me with arms outstretched,
your hands calloused,
hard and cracked.
But those hands can play the tune of that old folksy song
my dad used to whistle while cleaning the floors,
and you remind me so much of home.
Baby, you are like honey.
My one and only
sweet cream pie.
I never used to have a sweet tooth before you.
Your voice molasses.
Your touch, Sugar, is the best I’ve known.
Love will never live again.
nothing will compare.
Love will never live again,
If the beat in your chest
Please don’t change your rhythm.