Sliding

Tha-thump
Tha-thump

Beating with my pulse.
Just barely skin deep-
Something's moving
Sliding underneath.

This skin's too tight,
This heart doesn't fit-
I keep slipping while
Trying to get my grip.

Squirming little thoughts
That whisper in my ear.
Maddening little ideas of
Contradictions and fears.

I sit still, holding my breath
Feeling as I slide out of place.
But then I open my tired eyes,
That settle on your gentle face.

If a picture is worth 1,000 words,
I wish I could capture your grin.
Your every expression is a story,
That I never want to see end.

I've never felt truly at ease,
But with your arms around
I'm surprised to discover
This peace that I've found.

Tha-thump
Tha-thump

Two hearts beat together.
In that moment, that breath,
Tangled in between skin
Those sliding fears have left.