One track melts into the next,
one song fading out,
walking backward into the dark,
the next stepping in
like it’s been waiting to break my heart.
The music always knows what I’m running from.
Next, the bass slams through the speakers,
a slap to the chest?—
one long, pulsing wave climbing my spine,
detonating behind my eyes.
My feet stay planted…
My eyes fall shut…
But the rest of me?
Gone in the memory…
And I stand here—perfectly still?—
He’s in my arms, shaking.
Or maybe it’s me.
I close my eyes to calm my breath.
I could leave.
Right now, I could leave.
Stop here
and not let it go further than this.
It’s just hands. And lips.
I could walk out,
pretend this never happened.
But I’d still feel him,
still be carrying him under my skin.
Stopping right now won’t save me.
Not anymore.
He’s already inside me.
