The spotlight hits the Guinness jar hair

and the shadow of black denim hides a multitude

of other people’s sins as she holds the guitar

as if holding the heart ransom

and I feel mine break each time the dry ice swirls

around her fingers and the lesson of the moment

was not to fall in lust but to appreciate the gliding

searing heat of metal upon skin upon thought upon delivery.

Exhausted I sit up straight backed and erect

as blood, life, animated kicked in electric driven soul