Abject Closeness

The stranger in green

Rests heavy against your breast,

Humming with the violin

Matching tones to chest.

You realize,

The room is still moving

Dancers flying,

Sweat flinging,

Music mincing minutes into motion

That led you to this.

Thud upon thud,

Your heart,

Then his

Repeats again

And again, until

What once was a fist,

Uncurls into a beating rose.