conversations between heartbeats

Beating like it always has
yet sometimes we trip
along our steps
and laugh about it on
the way to work

though in the silence
we could hear it drum 
in panic,

in worry to save face,

I hoped to speak
with you in pulses
and in return ride
the echo back 
from a mutual beat.

Today is another quiet 
moment– birds in the park,
clean cut grass 
and the softness of your hands

feeling close the sunlight bouncing
off your hair and the lack of words
warming up to be let loose

though this right here is close
to perfection,

an exchange no else knows
outside the two of us

beat- beating away
in bliss.