Pulse

The place between

Your head and heart,

Where the pulsing of life can be felt

With lips pressed to skin

That is the origin

Of my feeling -

Simply because you exist.

How many lifetimes of kisses

Can fit into one night

You are the place I come home to

This shoulder is my respite

This back is never turned

Here I don’t need to hide

The more I am open, the more you come in

The more that I laugh, the more you are brave

Here we are awkward, Here we are kind.