Heartbeats are not like monitors
Beeping over your head.
They are like musical instruments
Playing the finest tunes to please you.
However, they may be the violin sometimes
And the drum at other times.
You may be the cynosure of all eyes
Or the black sheep of society,
Yet, once you place your trust
In your heartbeats, oblivious of the fact
Of what others think about you,
Your heartbeat will add meanings, multi-layered
To your tiny and yet so beautiful heart.
Your heartbeats have the guts to face
The penumbras of modern complex experiences
And the grace to appreciate arts,
Well-crafted, engaging and contemplative
That stimulate the aesthetic sense of people.
When breasts are caressed softly,
The heartbeats increase rhythmically,
When lips are touched with masculinity,
The feminine in the heart beats lovingly
And when the hips are touched soothingly,
The heartbeats dance musically.