These fallible bodies getting in the way Of our universal souls meshing Tracing Rorschach designs on her hip My mind erases upon naked flesh
She caught me caught dancing in her slip & the glory of sunshine after the rain She smiled in spite of being nervous Hoping life could begin without the pain
It’s a sparse paradise these days Feeling another season coming on Not supposed to feel like this At least that’s the way we’ve been drawn
She’s still the poor pretty rich girl
Never could get off the same page
Repeat struggles to survive
Tripping on my lines; a vapid stage
Reality is an emotion detached from my soul You never needed everyone to love you Instilled confidence to merely exist Forethought is a luxury that might just be true
Transcripts of the past’s failures We’ve learned, but not out of society’s grip False starts & then some Rising, but we’re still not quite hip
Dancing in a moody cabaret Your hand in mine Wondering your thoughts Your soul I can’t define Clutching your hip Feeling your energy now Falling without remorse Unrestrained; anything you’ll allow