I can’t breathe

Your cock in the doorway
Your toenail
In dense carpet
Listening
The panelling
Dates us both
You keep your
Pinky on the edge of the tile
Just to check on me
Macerated flesh
Tone deaf
Skipping vinyl
Needle creeping

I feel the boom of the night
ENERGY soaring at its height
Ready for this fight
Keep syncing to the light
Hoping to end it right