The rythm of her movement..
Her art of seduction..
Widened the gap between us..
the fleeting moments.
The secret gestures..
Were just so ephemeral..
When your eyes started to search for her..
Whe you no longer reached out to me..
I knew it was over..
With a heavy heart..
And a crying soul..
I tiptoed to the top of the spur..
Ready for one finally swan dive..
Wrapping my sadness around my self..
Like the heavy wings tired of a useless dance..
I plummet to my own demise..
While she danced on my heartstrings..


© shey