moshpit muse

Writhing bodies in the dark, the space between us magnetic. I am somehow acutely aware of your movements yet blind to my own. You shake your head like a dog and lean into me. I am enamoured. 

Lose yourself to the music. 

Was that a scream of pain or excitement?...or maybe its just the lyrics. I wonder what it means to you. The bass blasting from the shitty venue speakers matches the with the rhythm of my heart, or maybe I match with it. We fall and rise, thrown up like an ocean wave, violent, sweaty, yet pulled in for more. 

Feel the bass line rattle your bones, that ringing in your ears. My aching limbs flail embarrassingly in front of all my friends, in front of everyone I know. We crash and pull and move connected yet separated, leaving bruises that will surely dissolve into watercolour shades. Its masochistic I wont deny, but I cant stop craving your touch. 

"Brushing shoulders isn’t enough

One way or another, I need you close to my jaw"

You lose a part of yourself. Mindless you are nothing more than an animal. And so am I. And we are here, and we are dancing(if you could call it that). 

I hit the apex of my jump and nothing matters. I see the band, I see your hair, I see the specks of sweat pause for a millisecond. and I just feel lucky to be anywhere with you. 

"Punch my lights out

Leave me stranded

I’m just so glad

You finally touched me"

I get home and trace the tender smudges that have already started to appear on my skin. 

I wince, I love you. I wince, I wish you were here.