every time I listen
to the palpable, rhythmic beats
of my pulsating heart,
dancing a little, lovely dance,
I hear you and only you-
your name uttered
with each swoosh-thump-swoosh,
in an inner voice sweetly smitten
and wholly overcome
with something so good,
a tango of the body
with pitter-patters in harmony perfectly
with the starts and stops of my heart
your persona's presence creates.
I'm facing a situational us.