Steel / words / 2012 / Sense

June 14, 2012

Well, she’s a righteous shortcoming
I want to be her.  To dance her.
To lick her skin deep within
She knows my heartache
(It’s a sick mistake.)
I can’t break her trust
	I must trip in her eyes
	It’s no surprise
	Her heart tries to capture
That what is in me
When I soak in the ripples of her bliss
I cannot dismiss that I
	No longer
		No longer
			No longer
				Know me.
She is my mind’s eye
My birthright
Her omen breaks on sand
And I know that she
	No longer
		No longer
			No longer
				Feels me.
To dance in Her.  To dance with Her.  Starlight of rays.