if i did not

describe my heart
how it yearns for you
how it quickens
at every sight of you
every instant
when i first
hear your voice

if i did not

write of how it races when you come near that it has

skipped when you have touched me
that it Pounds
with the Ex-
-pecTation
of your Touch
every Beat
so Hard
that it Shakes
my Body
eNough
for You
to See

if i chose

to keep the secret
of its quiet
rhythm
in the morning
when i wake
how long
i have lain
quietly
amazed
as our hearts
beat
in perfect
synchrony
that
i wondered
how many
minutes
would pass
before
their rhythms
diverged

every word withheld
as i lay down my pen
and lock it away
with its barren white sheets

if i swore

not to describe
my heart
would it
stop beating
forever

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