The Dance

I love you like a chaotic storm,

Or a window shut and opened door.

The beat plays its melancholy music,

My body grinds and groves it.

Move the night into the morning.

When neither moon nor sun,

And human nature blooming,

At its height of fun.

Hold my hand and swing, down upon the floor,

Rise up like an eagle, and prance above and soar.

Wispy like a cloudy sky, goodbye my love goodbye.

Twas this moment froze forever, in a twisting, turning time.