Beating Cautiously

I hear the rhythm of the silent drums echoing through my ears.
A gentle hum tickles my ear.
The chanting of a story begins,
And I sway like a palm tree with my protector.
My head gently rests on strong, broad yet comforting shoulders,
And a gentle weight presses my head lightly against firm shoulders.

Arms encircle my waist and I clutch the arms of my protector tighter.
He pulls me closer as the sound of the silent drums,
Take a mellow, yet melodious tone.
The beating of the drum strikes a nerve,
Bringing back a familiar feeling,
Yet never felt before...

The humming subsides, but he pulls me closer.
No sound of a drum or hum of the flute
Could truly elaborate an emotion better
Than the cautious beating of the heart.
I love the sound it makes.
It tells no lies or half-truths...
It is real...

I feel secure and he knows it...
He kisses my forehead and I close my eyes...
I hear the gentle beating of his heart
Telling me all his truths, all his worries.
But although it is I,
His heart is still beating cautiously...

By Abigail Hinds

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