Teen Hearts Beating

Is it just me
or are his eyes
an even brighter green
in the dim light
of the crowded room?

Why did I agree
to bring him here
to the concert
when I could have invited anyone
--anyone but him.

We're pushed close together
the band isn't even on the stage
I am aware that my hand
(which I keep pressed against my thigh)
is incredibly close to his leg.

The band is playing now
the lead singer crying out seductive lyrics
and then I realize
that I have found his hand
and we hang on tightly.

I know this is wrong
oh, so so very wrong
but it feels so perfect--
I couldn't stop it
even if I wanted to.

I wish we could just stand
hands clasped as bodies clash around us
stuck in a mosh pit with our fingers entwined
I want to hold on forever
but I know it must end eventually.

I can't hear his words
as he speaks his voice is lost in the screaming crowd
I lean forward so he can yell into my ear
he's singing along with the lyrics
'...let's get these teen hearts beating faster...'

I turn my face and he's right there
then his lips stop forming words
as they press themselves against my mouth
my heart races -- it's 'beating
faster, faster'.

His cologne and the smell of sweat
lingers in the hazy air
around us everyone is jumping
screaming out the song, word for word
but no one notices us.

Is it just me
or is he something more
an open friend turned into a secret
to be kept and locked away
only to be revisited in a memory.