I don't play the accordion

I thought there was no falling below this point
until she started singing
leaving time and space behind
and my body on the wet floor

her words were suddenly mine to bear
in that vacant space
between skin and blood
closer to the past than I would have wanted to

I don't play the accordion she said
never catching my eye
her hands were white as lilies
with sharpened edges

please rest inside me a little longer
can I stay for this night
forever?
I'm short of other highs