Truth be told
Strangely Unique.
She sleeps beneath my wings.
Under this rock.
Protectorate.
Beneath my underworld.
Gathering the impending storm.
So dark. So vivid.
It gathers.
Gathering.
Like woodwork.
I stare at it.
Like it’s an image.
Stolen from my soul.
These beats in my head.
I wonder where they storm
from.
Is it honest to steal their
Meaning?
Sometimes.
I feel I Speak in Circles.
So Let’s pick an angle
And get this party Started.
Her party.
In this Party.
I find my voice.
So soft. So deafening.
You sit off to the sideline.
Choosing your battles.
So.
Comfortably.
You have.
such.
tremendous.
Courtesy.
Afforded to you.
Where’s my time?
Where’s my chance?
Initiation?
And yet softly.
Here. With me.
You dance.
So soundly.
Together, we are
Quite eccentric, aren’t we?
Concentric.
With confidence.
Everyone does watch.
They are watching.
I know I am.
And I simply fold.
Under the weight of it all.
Dancing.
Under pressure.
Under pleasure.
My domain.
My, if it were a child.
Careful eye.
Simply.
Beautifully.
I really would not have
It any
Other
way