Some nights, when she knows I am alone she'll come down and knock twice. If I catch it, I open. She won't enter, no. Not until she holds my heart and feels it beat, at twice the speed. She turns me around, and puts it back in. Brings her lips closer, as it beats quicker. Her fingers trace... harsh lines from a mean bra and her lips soothe, slow and steady. Then we go to bed and she hugs me, heart in hand making sure it doesnt break, making sure it doesnt hurt.