The Dance

Some wounds promise not to quit
Laugh and shout about until the pain sets sail
Antics thoughtfully collected on an open forum
I run the gamut, but the question remains the same
Is it criminal I still want you?

Hurts of the past pushing my limits
The power you have, my paper heart in your hand
Spread before you, bound by silken threads
The trust we share is true

To walk this path submerged in beauty and misery
Undulating under water thing it seems to be
Folding and unfolding beneath your touch
Without restraint, running free over me
Under siege, you claim my innocence

Unfulfilled desires turning into reality