The switch forces upward, an erection of
electronic evolution, like the seed of a veteran
realizing and blooming once more. And the music
it starts to fill the room, like the intimacy you
bring tucked between your legs, still salty with the taste
of your sins. And the music, fills the room more and more
like smoke- from the end of your abstract orange-brown tobacco spout-
twirling and curling around the fingers of atmosphere-
mingling with the music that now is with me
here. Wraps itself around me- tight, almost too much so
so it's hard to breathe. So hard, my ribs begin to grace
my heart- reminding me of the flowers we once grew.
The music it takes me, steals me- becomes like a skin,
the warmth, the pleasure, the something
you could never provide.