Poetry That Breathes

Volume

For Shakespeare 

How the sound of the bass assaults my ears

reminds me of how you kissed me in july

sudden strong and erasing all my fears

your large hand afterwards tracing my thigh

I remember sitting in the backseat

The music was quiet until that song

your truck filled with friends headed for the beach

That beat that stayed in my head all day long

The vibrations bounced around in my chest

your reflection in the rearview a blur

the thumping of my heart beneath my breast

I never thought once I would become her

We sit in your back seat with the bass up

A love with vibrations in your pickup...