The Race

Hearts, we all have them. They’re about the size of your clenched fist. They pump blood to your entire body. They create a constant lub dub sound. Some have holes and major problems. Some beat too fast and others too slow. They on average beat 72 times a minuet. Sometimes a heart needs an electric shock to keep it pumping, others need surgery to fix problems. That is the average heart, mine is a bit different.

My heart is like a racecar, it’s constantly shifting gears when you’re around. It always starts out at a steady pace, but then you always do something amazing and my heart does a flip and speeds up. It tries to make the normal lub dub sound, but then I see the flash of your smile and my heart starts to sing a melodic tune. I can walk around our home and my heart would be about the average size, but then I see you laughing and my heart swells in my chest till it feels like it will explode. There aren’t any holes in my heart, because you have filled them all with your tender moonlight kisses. I get an electric shock everyday, not from a machine, but from your hot breath on my neck. And no surgery can fix any of this because I am a disease and the only antidote is you.

Everyday I awake to see you lying next to me tangled up in the sheets. Your chest rises and falls in a slow intoxicating pattern. Your cherry lips are pressed together in a slight smile. Your hair is just as chaotic as it would be when you’re awake. Everyday I thank my stars that you’re mine that you choose me, out of anyone in this world you picked clumsy me. Everyday I kiss the deep scars on the right side of your chest and I lay my head right above it so I can hear and I can feel your heart beating.

Your heart beats in synch with mine now, it no longer has holes or stutters. I was fearful that your new heart would change you. That you wouldn’t love me, but you never feared. You knew that it would beat stronger and longer. It would have even more desire and lust for me; it would continue to create havoc with my heart. But I wouldn’t change a thing.

You’re awake now and I can feel your hands gently caressing my back. I look up and see your eyes. Those damn sultry green eyes. You smile and lean down and kiss my lips. We need air and we sadly pull apart. I can’t help it and I steal an extra kiss, but you don’t mind you enjoy it as much as I. The race is on and my heart is in the lead and your sitting in my passenger seat.