#9 Pulse
It Was Written — The Top Ten IMWM Posts of 2005
[originally posted March 2005]
That’s what I remember about that evening — taking my pulse. Making sure I was still alive. I worried about it then, but only because never before had a woman excited me this way. Never before had a woman literally incited me to chorus, making me scream her name in three-part harmony.
Never before had streams of tears been part of my experience, me being not upset at what I was experiencing but, really, upset that it would end.
So I remember that pulse. Taking it and feeling it. Living it and breathing it. It was literally a rhythm of the night. El DeBarge ain’t had nothing on me.
