Dancing on the rim
skating on thin ice
roll the dice
try not to fall in
I can feel
the surface tension
as I make a cursory
pass by your
inner being
in turn
I become
a slave
to the
event horizon
that bonds
us
in heart
and mind
in a perfect
sphere
© 2011 The Analog Kid
Jan 27, 2012
Jan 27, 2012 at 8:07 AM UTC
Dancing on the rim
skating on thin ice
roll the dice
try not to fall in
I can feel
the surface tension
as I make a cursory
pass by your
inner being
in turn
I become
a slave
to the
event horizon
that bonds
us
in heart
and mind
in a perfect
sphere
© 2011 The Analog Kid
Request permission to use this poem