Jagged Mountain

We waltz around each other.
Hand in hand; chest to chest.
So close, each breath synchronized. 

Yet

True intimacy avoids us, even
In close proximity, limited range
Dance floors, it skirts around us. 

Where did it go? 

Hide, run to? See

We 

Used to be conductors holding
The orchestra together, keeping 
Time with every drop of the kick

Drum. 

Now all thats left is kicks
Straight into our ego. And who
Am I to want to let this go? To 
Just release that which causes 
Any type of discomfort?

I want to Be 

drunk in lust, not bound by
Endless commitment. Yet I said 
My vows, and so did you and truth
Be told, I don’t even think you like 
Me anymore; just keeping rhythm till

The song 

Is 

Over.