My heartbeats

Her name becomes a pulse inside me and every heartbeat leans toward her.

I recognize her
by my heartbeats.
Not by the hush
of her name.
Not by her voice,
not by her eyes,
but by this…

The sudden storm
in my chest,
a wild drum
that forgets
its own rhythm
when she
enters the room.

Blood sings
inside me
before thought
can find me.
Veins tighten
like prayers for her,
then loosen.

She is still
halfway across
the street,
yet my heart
has already
run to her,
kneeling.

No logic,
no reason showed,
only this ancient code.
Something older
than breath I hold,
written deep
within my soul.

Beneath my skin,
pulse after pulse,
softly stirred,
whispering only
one single word
“her,her,her.”
softly heard.

I do not need light
to feel the night
has slowly changed.
I know it is her
by each soft stir,
by heartbeats sure
that never lied.

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