Strange ecstasy, in music;

a touch of gloved fingers

as the unfettered bass growls in excitement.

A screaming string,

answered by a screaming voice,

lips pressed to a microphone.

A touch of love, in cords,

across a sweating cheek,

like fire across water.

You touched me once,

and I reacted in song.

You sang your fire rite;

I played for you.

A note raged across lovers without faces,

swirling in the dark.

They dance and cry in a sea of themselves.

But for a moment,

we forgot our ocean of bodies,

who belonged to us through longing,

and we lost each other to love,

lust,

and the strange ecstasy in music.

Mina