Thalia

truly you are
a reluctant and skittish muse
thick handed
throwing dysmorphic glances from
out of hooded gazes
shattering amorousglorioussunshine
whiterosesintheskyallday
moods

The longer we do this dance, this
harrowing tango
living for the nights when
we don't get too drunk
to remember the nights
or fight
do we become even more
of a stranger
the longer you know someone?

You will, however,
know by the end of it all,
that i liked to dance.