She had never wanted anything so badly
to exchange her morning radio
for the beating of his heart
She refused to part with the idea
that he was born to rest on her chest
The first of many to fit perfectly there

She began counting
Calculating his rhythm of breath
and equating it with time
8...
9...
...9?
In her mind, obsession left no room
for double digits
She was obsessed to possess his heart,
a container of a love so true,
and with his transfer of warmth to her body
she knew
This...
was the only type of lying that he could ever do

She couldn't resist kissing his head
and began to weep with pride
Why would anyone so wonderful
ever want to lay at her side?

She had never wanted anything so badly
to exchange he morning radio 
for the beating of his heart
But the colour of time would soon paint him ready to start...

Preschool

In the game of love,
doesn't everyone play the fool?