98-interlaced

was it the dress 
               or
                the music that made this
one night the way i was?
the way it was?
              the way you were?
soft notes fluttering down
slowly grazing the skin, 
                      the slightest of touches,
nuzzling into corners, folds.
beats trickling down the back,
                            tapping harmonies of colors and sounds
into each skin cell. how can one be
separate from the other? how can two 
                                   senses not be intertwined, interlaced,
the feel of silk upon skin creates its own
reverberation.