Arcane

I sat
stoned
on your emerald couch,
And danced with the notes of your grace

You cupped my face with both hands
and I had never felt your voice
so clearly
resonating in my hips...

Later
I found myself
lying on my floor,
as you sat
in the empty room below

On top of a quiet stereo,
In a whispering wail to a lost love,
You lulled my eyelids to sleep...

This will be our secret.