The Steps In Between

I already know the rules of the game

I just want to see you play.

I’ve heard these words rehearsed before

But I ache to hear you say them.

You are a musician, an artist

And I’m a lyricist.

Think if our creations met,

Flirted and

Finally kissed.

Oh the desire we’d feed if we suspended that moment

And wrote songs for the steps in between.

He’s drawn to me

Like sand to the bottom of the hourglass,

I pull him in, but I don’t mean to.

He’s intrigued by me

Watching my hand guide my pen across pages

As if it’s Jesus’ drawing in the sand.

He’s enamoured with me

He wants to see what I become

Like pebbles into beaches. Like it matters.

Like I care.

So detached in my attachment am I

Yet I can’t deny it’s there.

You are a musician, an artist

And I’m a lyricist.

Think if our creations met,

Flirted and

Finally kissed.

Oh the desire we’d feed if we suspended that moment

And wrote songs for the steps in between.

He’s tied to me

So for all I push away he returns back here,

Like a tide to the shore, he turns.

He’s addicted to me,

I can’t give enough for the need in his veins

And it drains us both. But we can’t help it.

He longs for me,

Like continuity but also like passion.

And my heart hurts too. My heart hurts.

My heart yearns

Complex, contrary and caught in between steps

But the fire still burns.