Cadence

Cadence

It was the fluidity of notes that rolled
fom his bass like smoke
from the tip of my two first fingers.
Its melody wrapped my body in exotic silk,
rubbing its romance all over my skin,
hints of black cherry confection
and he was inside me
with a formal introduction
to patron on the rocks
and hand rolled cigarettes;
our swollen bodies
steeped in the lingering scent
like we were lovers,
even if for only one night.

Quantified fame returns a girl agogged,
heightened cacophonies
bellow beneath aching bodies
uninterested in divulging why
a cow is considered sacred or
why time is equal to art,
because in this moment and
in this synchrony,
there lies only one heart.