And this is how our hearts beat:
pull me under Gulf of Mexico;
Staccato pulses and rum fueled rhythm.
And this is how the blood rushes:
Mozart smiling &
Vivaldi clapping &
Beethoven begging for crescendo.
This is how our fists curl:
roll me over, lightning weaver,
shadows reflecting fear over both
the hills & the valleys:
hurricane & tremors.
But this, this is how time stops:
lips meeting lips like drops kissing tin
I am a fortress you always break me down.