by-Matthew F. Blowers III

Velvety hammer

Be still my pounding heart,

you deafen me

when I am near her,

you send my senses reeling,

almost breathless......

I cannot speak.

I fear you might

just rollover,

spasm and die,

were I to ever kiss her.

Practice some calmness,

oh, velvety hammer,

at banging my sternum,

I fear she might hear you,

and if I ever

actually meet her,

please do not be a met-ronome,

tick-tock -tick- tock- tick

lest we attempt to talk,

and your actions tick her off.

Also on the same note,

your increased activity

sends far too much of

a volume of blood,

to places it shouldn't

when I am around her.

How untidy I look with

my shirt pulled out,

and that funny walk

you force on me.

So please,

be still my pounding heart,

a casual lub-dub lub-dub,

will do just fine.

Save the drama for when she is,

truly, at long last in my arms,

then flail away in there,

let her know how much I care,

let her feel how much she moves me