I pressed my first finger to his skin...
it traveled up...
sliding across his bare chest...
coming to it's destination...
directly above his lambaste heart.

"Pound," it said.
a second finger met the point...

"Pound," it said.
a third...

"Pound," it said.
a fourth finger...

"Hush," it said.
no more fingers...

"How does it feel?" i persisted.

"I don't understand," he returned.

"Doesn't it bother you? That noise"

He half heartedly glared at my optimistic stare.

"You should know," he murmured.

"But I don't so tell me. How does it feel?"

I was eager now. Excited to know.

His chested rose and fell abruptly.

My insides tousled at the sudden motion,
but ignored his agitation and continued my childish stare.

"How come you don't know yourself?" he budged. Irate obviously.

"You don't remember? I gave you mine."
My fingers pressed done on the gently pulsing spot, trying to stop its continuous rising.
"I've forgotten. Will you remind me?" I pleaded.

After a moment his glare softened.
"Yes," still annoyed.
He pried my fingers away from the pulse, but placed my palm back to the skin.
"Listen."
He whispered the command.
"Don't speak.  Don't think."