There Is No Title

Listen carefully, puzzle and prey
this is the madness of which magic is made
Take in the breadth of the words that I say
Observe and resist, caution the way
how that it were yet another ubiquitous day
And we both Faltered in our feelings’ momentary sway
Have been both walked quietly, solemnly a stray
by a tension of opposites with internal relay
to silently wait for the next open play
coping, eloping, dopamine-doping,
trying to understand the words we don’t say
and to what shadows, are you turning away
Into what battles and barriers do you wrestle and weigh
and how do they factor into this intellectual sexual interplay