My pulse quickens when I see you,
my pupils dilate in your darkness.
You catch me—
with the velvet of your voice.
You make it wide,
my self-feeling heart,
that cannot help but beat
you, you, you—
a hundred times per minute.
You open my chest,
the future on your lips,
red upon my face.
Color is humility.
And in the golden glow of my skin,
dreams shimmer—
of a heart that will never regret
becoming so wide,
so vast,
so soft.