You've Escaped

Al Green/Let’s Stay Together

This is the kind of song you play when you know he’s about to get home from work and you’re cooking. You know his hands will rest easily on your hips while you steam broccoli and stir a paprika sauce, and his arms will eventually snake around your body and pull you close. You’ll smell his whole day and feel the cold air on his clothes while his breath says hello to your earlobe. You won’t say anything at all as you turn and you dance like you imagine your grandparents must have in another life, placing your small hand in his larger one. He sways you and you laugh as he attempts fancier moves. You hold each other and you can feel both of your bodies beaming. You can feel the broccoli steaming behind you as he kisses your fingertips in his hand.

Good or bad or happy or sad.