The Beating

Counting numbers; up and down
Driving deep into the ground
Lips pressed tight to keep my screech
Your hand so close against my cheek

Holding tight onto my heart
Nights like this break it apart
Learned to hold you at arm's reach
Praying your fists my heart will breech

Standing still against the wall
Hoping you won't give me your all
Fists clenched tight against my side
Waiting for the break in the tide

Watching as you fall asleep
Wishing that your calm would keep
Kissing your beauty against my will
This is why I love you still