for the record

i live this love in stolen moments
  as if knowing your arms will leave me --
and so I lay and marinate
  in sheets
salted in sweat, that sets and
  evaporates.
a faint scent, the remainder.
the reminder of fleeting experience.
living like I'll always lose you. loving
like you'll never stay -- I'd risk it all
  for the memory, or so it seems.
but as always, before you go
this penciled, twitterpated constitution sets
my heart to
  tap,
    tap,
      tap -
        dancing
in excitement it hardly allowed itself before.
unfettered with reasons
           well
consumed with lightness, eyes steal
a glance and, behind shuttered windows,
shielded by eyelashes from the soul,
the body promised,
  the heart taut.
she turned the record over
  and the vinyl scratched again.
  and the vinyl scratched again.
  and the vinyl scratched again.