two fool hearts

what true love is is a desire to do when she laid her head of chocolate tendrils upon my arm I made no notion to inform that the spot she had chosen to rest her pretty head had begun to ache with pain I let her lay there looking up with joy and talk over the buzzing of dragon fly wings over the soft hum of disturbed nerves beneath her wake over the drum of my fool heart true love is nearly reading their mind lost in limbs tangled in laughter the knot comes unfurled when her eyes met mine I rest my burden centimeters from hers looking across with warmth but say nothing over the steady sheet of pricks from her tv over the brown meadows of our skin over the drum of my fool heart over our fool hearts true love is two fool hearts beating in unison