I Kissed the Microphone

Tonight, I kissed the microphone -
our lips were intertwined -
my voice rang out threefold as loud
as passion down my spine.

Projected lust passed back and forth
and lingered in the air
to fall upon the faces
dulled by light before them fair.

The wires moved under cracks of wood;
I poured my soul above
and let my throat mold every note
by flutter, fire, or shove.

But someone far before me stole
a moment of my eyes -
that look of dreamlike longing
had me wilder than the sky.

The river coursing through me deep -
the sound of winter clear -
fell from my mouth and parted hers
and rang between our ears.


~
Age when written: 15