Two Towers of Pride

Two Towers of Pride

Dare I say, I struck a cord when I spoke a sour note.
So now I bow and walk my head, towards where I go.

I say not a little but more like a rumbling of a silent prose,
for not to let my tongue step on any sore or expossed toes.

I will seal my lips not for I must still eat and fill my thirst,
I will retain my inner thoughts but listen to my words burst.

I gave my love to open arms and sultry flesh that part
Now I have empty hands and memories always felt.

Tempting touches by memories of when we use to ride.
Now we are as distant as two towers of pride.