Muse-ic

lying on the floor
I could hear your lyrics
pumping my heart.
my blood was static
and my breath became reverb;
painful,
like it hurt to inhale your meaning.
your voice
crawled through the speaker,
seeping into my skin
and I became your muse-ic.
I could see myself
trapped in liner notes,
hidden beneath the needle
that would skip
each time I blinked.
I swallowed your talent
like a lover
looking into your chords for answers.

you were my first album.