Come, take my hand <br />as we dance within walls <br />pitch black with lonliness, <br />to a deafening tune <br />of silent cymbals <br />crashing in truth. <br /> <br />Waltz freely with desire, <br />as it drags you under <br />to drown us once more <br />within blood filled lust <br />of shallow joy. <br /> <br />Each small, sad tear <br />screams your name <br />across my cheeks, <br />where into my mouth <br />your name then dies <br />upon clenched teeth. <br /> <br />This dance we weave <br />with wistfull words <br />blends truth with lies, <br />surrounding us in music <br />of cold laughter <br />and forgotten promises. <br /> <br />But - still we take the beat, <br />join our hands, <br />then, once again, <br />we dance. <br /> <br />28/9/08<br /><br />Viola Grey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dance-with-me-17/
