Pulse

Pulse

I love how hearing a certain sound

makes me want to start a revolution.
A thump thump thump 
 

strikes up brilliance and inflates all my senses.
 

Giant drums send my mind thrashing,

my nerves all excited
all jumbled
all atoms fizzling.

 
A certain rapping sends my limbs into frenzy;

everything is one throbbing extreme.

 
I see the movements before they happen –

titillated sensors make me

 
throw my hands towards the moon,

make my insides boil,

make me crave

all the things I can’t put my finger on.

These certain sounds –

I love how they make me brave enough

to gamble with reputation,

to wrestle with nightmares,

 
to be with you
bold
honest
whole

 
In this huge world,

one sound is enough to make me

great enough to face it.