You took me in your arms
and ran your fingers down my spine.
You whispered words of hushed promises
and laid me down upon the grass.
The night was dark
but your eyes were my lamplight
glowing like golden honey.
And as I tasted your lips
I felt something cold.
Your hands let fall an ice cube
down the back of my dress.
A shiver cascaded down my frame
and my back arched –
pressing my body into you.
And when it had finally melted into my warmth
I had melted into yours.
The fingers danced
a skittering across russet wood
and sweeping over vibrating strings.
The body swayed
as hand dared the bow to plunge.
Sound reverberated up the spine
lacing edges of consciousness
with tepid trills of emotion.
Scales stretched to painted sky
deftly defying sunset hues
with the blue tones from somber moon.
Even distant plants could feel the echoes
soaring deep into the night.
They pierced the brightest stars
with an onslaught so great
that the burning orbs dulled in comparison
and fell from their trembling orbits
As the highnotes screeched
releasing long-rested dust
to float in freedom
across music filled skies
and wonder about
Our stomachs twisted
Our minds froze.
A sea of eyes found us
and our impurities.
Every blemish magnified
A tenfold of revelation
Each surface a tablet to be mismarked
a board to swallow scratches.
Our skin sagged.
Our eyes watered.
But darkness wasn’t our friend –
we remained conscious
through the burning shame.