Drowning in the sounds of an early morning Thievery Corporation mix and
sifting through an approaching dawn full of evening-weary bodies and lounges
wearing thin.
It came along in strides, with one following the other into a siren's hook
of inward-spinning vinyl:
one moment here in motionless abandon;
another moment there in shapeless disregard,
and we began to move.
We had arrived in strides and given the room a chance to breathe as it
began.
A conscious stare before a falling star and a renewed sense of the word
"reveal"-
open eyes and quiet lips to a passing glance and moving hips...
I followed him in strides.
And on an open thought that drifted with my own, he found me in his words
and left my body numb- tasting love in its first embrace as he sang to me
with something sweet-
"hear me tonight..."
A chosen word of caution and I had given my soul away.
2:37 a.m. and love had found its moment.
2:45 a.m., an evening in full stride, and I was nursing a broken heart in
the wake of Somnambulist-
"Simply being loved, loved, loved...
is more than enough"
and I began to move.