Melolagnia

The moon’s not so lonely in the sky
With stars to keep him company
At least that’s how it seems
In my glass walled world

But I am all alone
Except for the music
Guitar riffs and tinkling piano keys
Breaths dancing with the bass, the beat
Velvet voices and falsettos
Put the image of me in stilettos
In my messed up head
My messed up bed
Bare. Naked.

Whispers and groans and screams
Assault my senses like in a dream
Raw. Unprotected.

I can still taste the lemons on my lips
Intoxicating vanilla scent on my mind
Red lips
Sweat drips
Temporary heaven


Cigarette smoke, orange cigarette fire
Black leather, blue jeans, a man soul searching
A man just playing
As motorcycles rush past and pristine skirts come flying
Rough guitars, oh my God, I’m dying!

I’m lost on my own but I gladly ride the waves
Of the rhythm of the notes crawling slowly on my skin
Lady fingers
Head banging. I’m writhing.

The music becomes more urgent
It rises and rises and rises...      
I joined the voice,
Breathing the words softly to the night
Until the last note trilled,
Ruthless and crashing down.

It left me screaming and shaking.
Breathless. Panting.
In a puddle of insanity.
Still solitary.