i’m going up and up, like hands
twining over heads in the lights and the smoke,
weaving into the music their own song
of tendon on tendon and rushing arteries.
if I lean my head back, you are there
and the melody is stronger, wilder,
begging tentatively to be touched
like a feral animal just beyond my fingers.
behind me, you are a mountain.
I lift my hands and I pray.
Jul 25, 2014
Jul 25, 2014 at 2:17 AM UTC
i’m going up and up, like hands
twining over heads in the lights and the smoke,
weaving into the music their own song
of tendon on tendon and rushing arteries.
if I lean my head back, you are there
and the melody is stronger, wilder,
begging tentatively to be touched
like a feral animal just beyond my fingers.
behind me, you are a mountain.
I lift my hands and I pray.
