Brialee Turner

I love hearing you
tell me what you know about
the human body, the heart.

How it beats in waves
and patterns,
and how you can tell just
by looking at
a set of lines
what is making someone
realize for the first
(or hundredth) time
that they are fragile.

I love hearing your heart
tell me what you know about
what it means to be human,
to feel emotions the way that
you understand.

And when my head rests against
you and I remember that we
both rely on this steady beating,
I count myself a millionaire to
have the lines of my life and my
heart existing on this rock
at the same time as you.