Your heartbeat

like a drum in my ear,

keeping pace with the music

Thud, skip, skip, thud

or maybe it’s your breath

I hear

in rhythm with the songs

a slight crackle of the new vinyl

against the needle

playing in tandem with the rain

that splatters 

the sidewalk outside

crossed legs with loose spines

watermelon, dripping from our chins

sticky fingers from purple ube stains

moments of whimsy

I don’t normally know,

but with you

each moment a glimmer

of magic,

though some days

I still have sadness from that lost in my past

lingering thoughts 

that sometimes skip into my mind

If only a moment 

does it make me lose the sparkle 

in my eye 

but a gentle sweetness fills my days

with you