The warehouse echoes everything I can't feel
Music pounding in our brains
Bodies naked and pulsating against flashing lights
I hold you and you hold me

There is something thrilling about you.
And no, its not your money and your nice things
Its you, the nuances, the quiet hesitancy, the determined patience, the way you hold art in between your fingers, your vulnerability that momentarily shows when the wind blows the curtains back.

I wish you could be more of you, than more of all that.
I could love you, possibly.
But you terrify me with those velvet curtains you wrap so tightly
around your skin.