Return Trip- Like a Flood

Watching you dance, 'till the river runs dry
Memorizing your eyes, 'till air runs out
Playing with fire, the dancing flames try
September 15th marked to end this drought

Get behind me demon, until it is time
When done, I will want every piece of you
Can call be so simple to put in rhyme?
If so, there's very little you can do

For my heart has called, your deep weakness found
I do not plan to flag in my pursuit
Rather these rumblings will shake your ground
Rooting and dropping first plants then their fruit

May sharp logic stay our floor for dancing
Each truth revealed prelude for romancing

**

In the silence, I continue.

"Yeah, it felt like it had teeth, but the type of teeth used to tear off a garment, perhaps finally so. Maybe it is the clasp just before Bara, the first least stroke of the pen removed."

"Can silence stir in the silence? Or must such stirring be redefined, if conceived?"

"Hmm. Even if it feels redundant. Interesting."

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