The heat grew around us
as my body pressed to yours
and twelve more at our sides.
The bass shook us together,
rippling over our heads
into the hot and drunk and high.
The song, once a comfort,
now madness in that pulse
and chaos in my mind.
The tightness a vacuum
for my breath and I gasped
for the dirty summer air.
So I turned against the sea
to edge my way out, and you
were pressed to someone new.
The night’s rapture of faces
and beer and guitar charged again
as I lay on the grass.
The crowd passed and gave
heat to the sidewalk, at last,
and I waited there for you.
The silence came first
and the cold followed,
but you had gone with the rest.
So I found the tent
and waited for you to come—
hot and drunk and high