For You

A Melody

The cold creeps in
through the bottoms of my feet
up into my calves,
and shivers up my spine.

My hands shake,
My lips quiver,
but I still dance
to a tune you sang.

I begged,
Pleaded.

As my your hands grew taut
around my neck.

I am sure I danced to your tune,
as each corner of your lips
twisted into a smile.

I am sure,
I danced as my eyes
rendered useless
by the throws of unconsciousness
to a tune you enjoyed.

Tell me,
Do you replay it?

Do you replay that instance,
Where the life of mine
so easily danced
between your fingertips?

Where the saliva from your
bared fangs,
drip,

Drip,
Dripped,
Onto my colored face as I
Danced for you?

Tell me,
Do you replay that song?

As I do?

A rapid,
thunderous beat
acquainted with dim lights and
soft cries.

It plays every time it rains,
and the call of the bottle
is so much
more often
than it used
to be.

Before I danced with you.