The night from which I creep;
Slowly off it drips in light.
The days when I do sleep;
Waking up, I jump in fright.
As came the rhythm, went the beat,
To the left and from the right.
When our ambling, wayward feet
Crossed paths that fateful night.
We knew we had to meet.
Knew it at first sight.
Most Herculean were our feats.
Together we had might.
But it was a dead-end kind of street;
Where our fancies took to flight.
Of our sowing we did reap.
And of our coupling; two unite.
But it's our standing of the heat
Of the flame we did ignite.
Only then does life taste sweet,
Or all the world look bright.
Are we then to be complete?
No. It seems we're never quite.
Pay attention now! It's deep!
It's a depth that can excite.
Is it yours, or my conceit;
That has gained so much in height?
All your tricks to me you treat.
Like a dog, you lick and bite.
But it's the words you make me eat,
Though your interest be so slight.
It's the secrets that you keep.
It's the people that you spite.
While shifting in your seat,
Pass teeth you clench so tight,
Spew the insults that you heap;
In a verse so erudite.
Is it faith that needs  to leap?
When your curse is so polite?
No nothing is so neat.
It's not just black or white.
And venom’s prone to seep.
Making everything seem trite.
Like when your boat has sprung a leak.
Or your fruit's gone over-ripe.
Or in another late night tweak,
That we attend without invite.
I'm still your favorite all-time freak;
Always falling for your hype.
But time can only fleet;
Like water down a pipe.
Or the tears you often weep.
Is it fear or shear delight?
And the answers that you seek;
To your sad and sorry plight
Won't be found at some retreat.
Mistaking ritual for the right.
So of the matter; find the meat.
And of the purpose; don't lose sight.
It's the truth you know I speak.
And in the end it's **** or fight.