Adrenaline and
the stale cigarettes mixed with
cheap beer hung low
in the musty air surrounding us.
You with your hands on my hips,
moving us to the beat,
trying our best not to care just
how hot it was, how we were
about to collapse,
but we were grinning all the same.

On the train ride home,
you took my hand in yours
and wouldn’t let go,
took me captive
and swallowed the key.
I didn’t ask for it back.
I didn’t plan on it,
either.