A song begins in my soul,
languidly merging with my skin,
tormenting my heart with an ache
that translates notes into images in my mind.
As the melody progresses,
your face shimmers into view.
My breath quickens,
my heart begins to pound.
I am lost to all reason,
wishing to cast my lot with you.
You are a rough rider,
a person apart from all else.
Take me down with you,
and damn the consequences.

© Johanna Fugitt 2017