Passion

I like the way you shake your tail, darling 
You catch me with my eyes wide open 
And with the wind in my ears 
 
I took great care at building the balcony 
Foreseen your shoulders were 
Framed in the dark I saw what you did there 
 
I built the walls that should surround you 
Before you moved in graceful purpose 
Into the scene I cut the stone out for you 
 
I am glad to see that you still fit right in 
The moonlit eyes locked onto you 
Becoming you flows over 
 
The last window of torn sky hangs in 
Having passed its thrill it had 
Taken its own electric vitality 
 
Garden overgrown filled with what is written! 
The undying want of what comes to you stands defeated 
Crumpled down upon its own dust pile pedestal

The Lit Archway