Rhythm and Blues
Infatuation wraps me in rhythm and blues
Like a silky solo over a sultry bass line
Accented by taps on a snare – a ticking reminder
My heart beats
Thinking of us. Of her. Of me. Of him.
New feelings blossom and bloom
Remembering how we consume one another without costume
Without fear. Without guilt. Without concern.
Without excessive thinking and analyzing
Our progression shifts into a symphony
But it is too soon interrupted by reality
And I go from the highest high
To the lowest low
Infatuation wraps me in rhythm and blues.