Like A Heartbeat

Pound. Pound. Pound. Pound.
Like a heartbeat, it thuds,
That strange pounding feeling,
One gets in the dark,
From being alone.

Alone in the woods,
On a cold winter day,
Like a heartbeat, it thuds,
The small wisps of heat,
Seeping into the air.

Air all around,
Like a heartbeat, it thuds,
That strange grasping feeling,
One gets near a person
Who burns like a fire.

Fire, here now,
Like a heartbeat, it thuds,
That strange pulsing feeling
One gets when in love.