Even so

It's been the static - music charging space between us from burnt horizon glory    
through these heavy-lidded hours. Subtle leans, easy grins in our liquor-laden conversation    
the brush and flirt of skin on skin's got my mind restless, turning over the pressures you'd shift    
against my hips on the wet wall outside - see    
You're interrupting the sway of the sync beats[strokes] in my head with your mouth, and    
   
I hot flash to this deep red bassline resetting heart. beats. in the hall -    
vibrations sending blood blazing south, your hands bringing rain
while peaks and straits bloom, giving my throat to the heat of your breath; smoke rising lazy    
from the tip of my cigarette.    
   
Inhale: the nicotine rides warm syrup waves down half-way    
to where the music lifts when a riff takes me, and my words slide up the curves of your face  
"two out of three"    
as the hunting blade hangs, hidden, from my fingers    
dancing red fairy light reflections