we didn't dance well together
couldn't ever really get in sync
rub leather versus leather
turns my litmus straight to pink
we were so good in bed together
we stopped dancing altogether
rhythm in collision
you stepped on my feet one too many times
every look is microcosmic
every fight a rocket landing
every shout is supersonic
all that is notwithstanding
because i'm sitting in the other room
our hours stopped converging
was your day more than mine
what were we submerged in
not seeing thorns emerge from vines
her fast dance is slower than my slow
my waltz goes on a beat or two too long
my leaving never really lets her go
the place where i am wanted is not the place where i belong
we didn't dance too well together
and we don't make love anymore
rhythm in collision
you stepped on my feet one too many times
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