My cartoon heart
beats like a fist
against my ribcage.
Thumping desperation
to burst out and roam;
further than my chest
and far beyond my sleeve.
Throbbing,
pulsing,
and bleeding
a rhythm:
it runs to you unfettered
by doubt,
remorse
or reason.
Animated by the feeling
that your heart…

(and I know it does)

truly beats the same.