Blended, and a blessed
beautiful in our unders
a balanced becalmed.
I remember the
fallen token of our short
shrift upon the wave.
While you become the
dancer in our dance of some-
thing because you’re there.
Close to the left foot
our embarrassment a fool
and that’s on us, again.
Charm becomes the end
a rational couple
coupled in the end.
What reaches the end
furious in the end game
and beautiful still.
