In a way

he became me

for a moment.

If anyone happened

to present themselves to me

at that particular time -

music pulsing,

heads nodding,

bodies moving

against hot hands and chests -

I’d like to believe

he’d answer for me.

Be my voice,

speak for me

while I’m away

underneath his skin.

Be my hands;

gesture loosely

at the things he’d think I’d say.

My apologies

I am not here;

speak to the man who,

just for a moment,

has become me.