You Stand Behind Me Poem by noel maddock

You stand behind me already
Pinched by new boots
Liking how I like you but
Liking limply back
Our auras are dancing
Me tango, you modern
Steps misstep
Egos clash

Oh how they clash

The bothersome elixir of youth
The joker of an eye sense
The drunken interpreter
Of truth

Our blindfold talk gropes for
A rhythm in synch
A promise to hold
At this point
Can’t ever say exactly when
I divest myself of integrity
Start bidding for a silent skin
Your squeaked out boots
Obediently neat
Our auras sleeping
Purified of words
Time flows
Something starts
Its own death roll
In the turn
Is seen to smile
Unwillingly