The place with guitar wings
that inspires my cells–
At attention.

Attention!
Details are in the making.
I was over the moon
in a shape shifting
conspiratory spy ship,
gliding and my cells were
At attention

Attention!
Details fill the mind
constantly and the cold fills
the bones as the bass fills
the chest
and you tap your toes,
your eyes agleam, while holding
my hand and my cells are
At attention

Attention!
Grabbed by the vibrations
I take the mind step
to the time when our lips
first met three years ago
and my cells have never been more
At attention