As if we were peregrines,
we played like Ancients, lover

Cadence and rhythm pattern like sheet music on a sine wave.
Music rhymes as my fingers stretched to walk your drum.

We were interrupted, caught and held
In the hands of masters and teachers
Still I reached for you, only to find a kata, then a lay.

Searched the whole way home. Negotiating and maneuvering the quantum spaces of my soul for more you.