He doesn’t push,
but his eyes are everywhere?—
my chest, collarbone, eyes, mouth?—
deciding on his favorite place to settle.
“You should know,” he says, back to my eyes...
“I’m so wrapped up in you.
“Just wanna keep listening.
“Wanna know everything.
“Do shit with you.
“Be where you are.
“Crawl into you and just… stay.”
It falls quiet,
the wind blowing between us, taking my hair.
“You don’t.”
I'm too locked up from his words to move,
my hair slapping my face.
“There’s a lot of darkness in there.”
He leans over,
pulling strands from my mouth.
“I’ll bring a light to find my way around.”
He grins, tucking it all behind my ear?—
“It comes with the territory, right?”
My eyes jump between his.
“What does?”
“Music... Creating. Playing.
“Guess we do it so we don’t drown in everything we can’t say. Gotta turn it into somethin’—sound, lyrics, noise. Somethin’ that can leave us, somewhere else to put it, so we don’t stay stuck with it.”
One word flashes bright.
“You saidwe.”I grin. “Knew it. You’re not just Mr. Bellhop-Bartender.”
He sits back as I study him.
“Guitar?”
