We started off so peaceable, and perfect we were...
And then the mist rose, and we were carried with it for a time...
And then with slow but sure steps, we ended up on each others toes...
Lost ourselves in the translation of different lives....
Hitting the drum, and losing our rhythm...
How badly we want, and how awful we are.
With scratching fingers on each others backs... and screams....
Struggling for breath, amidst the hands covering each others faces..
Fighting for the others attention, a never ending war...
And as we lay there all broken, bloodied and bruised...
We nurse each others battle wounds...
And then we are gone.
