The space between the beats

Here is the space between the beats,
that pumps the warmth between our sheets.
This is the space between her feet,
growing longer as the strides down the street,
And I follow her, anywhere.

This is the space in what a sing,
the space is silence ’cause I’m listening (for her).
This is the space in what I see,
the space is her, when she’s not with me,
So I’d follow her, anywhere.

This is the space between the straps,
the space is mine, where her neck meets her back.
This is the space ‘tween her and me,
Growing closer as the days become weeks,
become months, become years,
And I and her, become us,
in everything.

Because this is the space I fill,
a space where I fit so well.

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