I watched you tonight,
you know.
your hands were wrapped around
the microphone
as if in prayer,
then, a momentary connection--
your eyes like heat
like passages to a dark place, surrounded by white light--
and your neck craned up in pleasure
lips parting slightly
and now, I'm searching for the poetic moment
the meaning of the words rushing out,
but truly, I think it is only
you.
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