glass slipper | poetry

merest whisper

my cosmogyral heartbeat quickened

I was somewhat aware I might faint away

into a world where your fingertips brush mine

next to the cup of coffee on a wooden table

where we sit at that little cafe, candescent with the sun

but my heart was not troubled at the prospect of unconsciousness

why would it be?

for I would like to meet the person who would so very boldly claim

that the pulse of your heartbeat isn't the safest sound 

this curious world will ever hear

I am content within your arms

in truth, I am content anywhere, with the small condition

of your anchored presence by my side.

music could dance its way into my head

like the mellifluous tunes of a jazz band 

drifting across the salty air of a sunny cruise ship

yet it would fade to the merest whisper,

paling in comparison to your steady breaths that I hear

when I place my head 

on your chest 

[aaa, my announcements aren't working! :( anywho, im back from my little mental health break, and will now be writing more poems! missed you all<33]