synced syncopation

i reach deep into the layers of your being and tap into the deep tangles of fleshy heartstrings to feel your heartbeat through vulnerable skin, fingers barely grasping that ba-thump-ba-thump in my embrace. i hold that small ember in my palm as if it was a precious wonder; and as the tricoloured rain dances right before my eyes, and the sunlight rips a tear in the artificially darkened sky, i find myself melting into your steady rhythm, my own melody fitting right into yours, synced syncopation of a duality intertwined almost into canon —

my world isolates that noisy beating of our soli, making it the only sweet, sweet song

only i can hear. only we can hear.