When Listening To Her Heart Beating

When listening to her heart beat I can hear the metronomic murmurs of string and wind instruments blending into a susurrous symphony (expunging note upon note through my soul) that goes from quiver to calm while pressed against rhythms of her undulating breasts the chorus harmonizes in whispered reverberations “I love you” wrapping each softly plucked chord around my name that is parenthesized in soothingly shaded tones of “mine”