Chelsea

Your fingers are so light

but your slap so heavy, your wrist

held straight and firm

back arched slightly to take

the weight of the strap

head back, hair falling like rain

golden over your shoulders;

Briefly, my eyes were as blue as yours

so blue it’s like they’d forgotten everything

the crowd, the hustle, the beer

the lights, the warm, the set list

torn in the corners, tip jar

and conversations, the dancers

with their tap and sway,

when you’re up there, and I’m out here

it all disappears

back into the sounds,

drums and bass

guitar and voice, it all falls over you as a

blanket of shivers, you don’t ever

even hear the applause or come-ons

they’re lost in the moment of breath

satiated sweat and that triplet

of the heart, good god

I hope I’m not around when your blue

eyes turn brown

like mine did.