The stench of our sweat
dancing through the air
choreographed by the slow rising and falling of our chests
to the synchronized beats of our hearts
and the harmony of our clenched fingers
playing piano on our skins
makes our hips clap harder
along with the classic cheering
of the gasps we make

But tonight
the air is shallow
the motions stop
the silence follows
my lively body becomes lonely

Where are you?
I miss you.

©2017, Quiyet Brul

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