there will be nights when i play the music too loud
attempting to create a barrier with sound and pop lyrics.
i will dance around in place, eyes closed, trying to
pretend i’m in the middle of a sweaty bar
dancing with no one in particular.
i will sigh when i realize i am still on the couch,
in my sweats and very much at home.
i will turn the music up in response,
and you, you may watch this happen
from a spot across the room
wondering when you can intervene, and i will
feel your eyes and start to sing, filling the space
with my voice so you can’t speak.
we will do this until sleep arrives begrudgingly
until the music can no longer keep us awake
until my dancing mind finds stillness.
you will be grateful for the silence
and i will be grateful for your touch.