pounding in my ear

i hear it in class

i hear it during lunch

i hear it in theatre

i can even hear it when i brush my teeth

but i hear it even more when i pass you

and even more when i speak to you

its the tempo of the words that pass through my anxious lips

and when you embrace me it stops

maybe its because i cant handle it but no matter what i come back for more for even the slightest touch of the finger tips

its the greatest sound that creates the most amazing feeling in the world

like non other

you give me the courage to be open with you 

unlike the others you draw me to you causing me to hear it and when its so loud and fast to the point where i cant even hear it any longer........i know

but if its not i know im not close enough to you until its silent except for my shallow breaths

it only takes a real man to have my heart stop dead in its tracks