The first time we kissed, lips reaching, I heard the start of a hum growing in my ears, whispering 'this could be something, maybe it already is?' but I just pushed it away and kissed him harder.
The second date wasn't a date at all, smiles growing on our faces as we stood on our sides facing like enemies ready to fire, grinning like fools at a picnic.
Then kissing came like rain, sweet and fast, the humming came back louder coming and coming 'maybe this is fate, maybe it always was?' it's harder to push back this time but still I push until everything is clear again.
The third, the fourth, the fifth all come in a rush and the humming grows louder and louder until it's there and now pushing it back could cripple me for life. 'Maybe, maybe, MAYBE!'
Days go on full of laughter, blood and humming loud and clear in my ears.
One day full of kisses and dirty hotel sheets, I pull on his ear watching as his teeth come out pointed and white. My whispers come in his ear, 'maybe this could be something, maybe'
No longer a hum, humming in my ear but a song singing loud and clear.