Rhythm In Your Methodical Dance

You are the essence of my being
The beauty behind a masquerade
you tuck me under the shadows and aid
when the sun ignites my skin
and burns away my grace.
Suddenly it rains
and the rain drops morph from companions
into two strangers we found within,
lurking within our passions, our strengths,
our love, our freedom, our fury, our conscience,
our sub conscious, our desires, our body, our soul.
You whisper silently
and the words slither
Through the drums of my ears
through the maze of my veins
across the erratic cracks on my hands
slip on the curves on my face
And you reach into the euphoria filled sacks
and inhabit in my love, love, love nest.
At the peak of ur mountain we discover
we are extraordinary machines
confused by the tin men.
We are fueled with the gas of the world
and the passions that lurk inside
oil the joints of our aching bones.
We encounter a destined spiraled journey
and stroll along in awe
to find an island drowning in Love
and a death sentenced law.
The roots of our tree crawl and drill into a new dirt
and our leaves drift with the impetuous breeze
and fall.
You rake away the glowing grey leaves
and I blow away the deep red dust
With the air that we breath
and the rake of our mistrust
A trust that we betray in ourselves
for the glorious damned sake of each other
We shall rise above the earth and illuminate it with an erratic sunshine
and the earth will yell across the universe
for a scent of the past
a Glance of tomorrow
and an everlasting stand for Today.

-A.D.