The pulse of troubled blood

The thumping beat is
tangible and proximate:
his ribcage resounds
as she breathes against
his body; but his chest will
warm to her heart hold,
when he opens his eyes,
he looks through a darkened glass:
opaque and misted,
he can still match her
song and catch her heart’s tuning,
quite undiluted;
It was always this
way and will always be this
way with him and her:
each beat, far too fierce,
so he’ll never contain the
pulse of troubled blood