COMPASS

{EB} SWORD POET’S SOLO.

PRUDENCE:
COMPASS
-Paradox
is the title of our song
-Parallel
lies our destiny
-Yet
in our separate lives
-In
our claustrophobic corners
-In
the serenity of our lonesomeness
-We
ponder; and his heart says to mine
-Could
this be…?
-Look
into the water and tell me what you see
-He
said to me
-And
i thought those were the dumbest pick-up lines
-I’ve
ever heard
-But
over and over again, he is in my life
-And
i in his.
-Just
being there
-Saying
i am here when you need me
-Without necessarily saying it
-And
i would draw up pictures in my head
-The
language of my fingers in his hair.
-The
twist and turns of our rhythmic dance
-As
adrenaline caresses telepathy to climax.
-He
is my Samson
-And
i his Delilah
-For
in our magnetic connect
-We
know this
-Yet
we are two streams without a confluence
-In
our separate worlds
-We savor this choice
-This
fate
-For
it has taught us not to tango
-We
may; in our next life
-But
to crave and cleave
-Is
too much a price to pay
In
the present.
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