Fight Softly

With satin gloves in situ.
I rise up to fight.
To battle with confusion.
After poetry last night.
Your heart is full of you.
Mine is full of us

In total indecision.
From poem to poem,
Toss the coin.
Heads says you want me.
Tales say I lost.
Your tale flicks the wind.
As you run in mental disarray

Darling we're not dead yet.
No need to crumble into dust.
My heart is bleeding slowly.
A slow puncture seems to be.
Trickling claret water.
All over thee and me.
Us a strange couple.
The way it's meant to be.

You soften and say emotions rule the day.
Stating that you try.
Make comment that your heart is warming.
That indeed for love you cry.
The thaw crescendo.
Cries more every verse.
Then you cry and you feel worse.
So do I.

What we have is so perverse.
The swings hit the roundabout.
More often than not.
I shall be up to see you very very soon.
And then as one.
Remembering that.
As the things we share.
Come back once more
We shall peel the moon.
Shining knight light of love!

The spelling of tail and tale was deliberate!
By ladylivvi1

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