You.

You are going to be the death of me.

No.

No, the birth.

At last, this beast in me

 is clawing its way out

of my ribcage.

It’s fucking beautiful. And inspired

by all this laughing

and smiling.

My god, the things we could do

to each other, to the world.

You bring me in,

push me out,

remind me why music is holy.

It is white-hot

and I welcome the melt.