that you cannot be grasped

in the raw spot beneath the speaker you take me down,

devil–i feel your hands on my hips sure as if you’re standing behind me

sharp as static; your cadence expands in my earlungs, lulls me to repose in a language i cannot hear and i give in,

let you rock me like water, nothing between you me and the music/not even skin/dimensions porous as cell membrane you take me down

to where you always do:

into the dark fear-of-god center of me

                                                                     for an eternal instant

the moment i notice,

you collapse from wave to particle;

i clutch you to my clav like a pearl