Shooting Star

Another poem

To the left
you hear,
thump.. thump.. thump..
each beat ready
to explode,
slowly accelerating
with a personal crescendo
until it breaks through;
free and flying,
hoping to land
safe upon his palm
for forever and now
and all in between,
but for now
the thumps must be silenced.
leaving you to feel
as though internal combustion
is completely inevitable
until the day when each beat
will be matched,
[his eyes revealing all]
and each shooting star ignited
will only lead back
to you.