Back and forth,
like the tick of a metronome,
singing steps following a rhythmic pace,
such a wonderful tune of grace.
Polyrhythmic beats of a heart,
making it hard to breath,
all because of the hospitality,
one should be sorry for the fantasies.
An even though it's an awkward time,
the rhythm doesn't change,
the thoughts stay the same,
existing in perfect harmony.
Spending time together,
lives that resemble a turn table,
only getting bored when the music stops,
only getting bored when it's time to part.
Yet overall,
I had a funky night,
it was a really funky time.
