the silence between the seconds

I smell of last night’s fight against the beat.

The heat in that room             grew             exponentially with every

Bass bumpin melody.

The DJ started with filler beats to make me restless

and persisted until I couldn’t resist it.

He drizzled in

            his honey spin

                        and there it was again –

I was sweatin beads             of

Syncopation.

I was trapped there

until the morning sun, while he

rewrote my melody with his

synthesized rhythms.

I wanted to blast through my eardrums.

Let someone else’s voice sing me numb.

I wanted to let

my heart

keep time.

My blood flowed through scales of A minor,

Up and down staffed arms.

Danced knee deep in surround sound poundin tracks.

Toxic             refrain                        seeped skin,

bass line             pumped veins.

Bodies             moved

to tunes of mutiny.

I tried to stop

but the sound caught me.

Off guard like down tempos;

I was afraid to skip a beat.

I tried to fight it.

Stiff toes still found ways to tap into song;

Even crossed arms couldn’t protect my chest for long.

My soul steppin habits couldn’t stand,

And I found myself           

a slave

to the rhythm.