Steel / words / 2011 / Bout

May 31, 2011

She dances in front of me.
	And I sing her praises.
	I watch her wail and tail.
		She is my goddess.
			She has fire and might.
			Completing sight.
		If you just see the way
			She breathes
				To me.
			And I in turn ignite
			Her forthright
			I’ve never seen a better dance
			I would never give this up
			No other swimmer 
in my cup
I am the drummer to her pup
	Such plain expression
	Delightful children
	Spiritual premise
		DANCE CHILD!
	I will never forget
	Delightful eyes
		My demise
		How you bring your soul
			So old 
Supper bold.
			And that conversation;
		Such a dance that was.
		These genes are a genie
		In my mind.
			I am so behind on the 
			Legacy
			Your parents brought me
			A state of being
		I dance such an infection
		A contagious desire
		A beautiful mire
			I let your art surround me.
			It is a masterpiece
				Your souls 
				Are a piece of history,
				You and me are just a mouthpiece.
			A drummer and singer.
			Some history.
			These words are just air
				With rapturous despair.
				Heartbroken.
				Bliss is best mixed with others 
In their mothers a brother appeals 
to southern sun.