Maybe music isn’t always
meant to be heard
through headphones
in a dark corner
Maybe it’s meant
to make you want to move
and breathe
and pulse
and leap
twirl and twist your fingers
against the sky
swoop low
roll in the grass
feel lifted
chest hung from your throat
suspended in air
caught on a gasp
a realization
a melody
meant to make you want to kiss
inhale a soul
feel their lips
graze yours
grasp a collar
grin a lie
into an ear
lean against a brick wall
away from street lights
from passing eyes
pushing thighs
in between
hip bones
heavy on your hold
fingers trailing your buttons
tracing the straight hem
of your jaw
hand snaking
around my neck
thumb lifting my chin
testing your grip
pupils locked
mouths magnetic
tasting life
taking light
until I recoil
and glide into the night