Twisting. Tangled. I spun around my lions chase.
And then we stood there two soldiers. Glinting eye. Your haste.
Oh how your deer legs roamed, and how I bowed my head forward,
How we set out our snakes hiss and how I bruised your neck with teeth.
Battles bruise, our foreign cruise.
And we stood forward, and wrestled til I pulled from your grasp.
Dancing shoots from my veins,
Your heart entranced. And your eyes hid under dreary hoods and beer and tonic and flooding ideas, ‘oh i should’s’
Our battle bruising and bloody, but still,
Around and around did we dance,
Never quit our butterfly trance.
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