Hard Beat

She leans in and brushes her lips to mine and murmurs against them, “Then the answer is yes.”

“Yes?”

“Yes,” she says.

That buzz? It roars in like a goddamn tornado, wreaking havoc and devastating every single part of my body, but I’m okay with it. Because who knew the hum that I’ve lived by on the hard beat would end up giving me the love I was missing to make my heart beat?