The heartbeat, the drumbeat, the line beat;
The silky slip of words from the brain to the vein—-
It will kiss you like sunrise light on skin:
Only there if you are aware. Sound like a swig
Of black coffee in the afternoon. Like the warm night
Out the open window. Coming to meaning—-
Such beauty in that synapse, that particular noise:
Let that roll over you and in you, over and over again.