Dropping Into Your Privately Owned Club Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

In league all your own.
As the words drip from the tongue.
An elaborate entanglement between the minds most inner thoughts.
A shot in dark, yet it still is precisely where you want it.
Deadly is your aim my dear.
Even as the smoke is still rising from your finger tips.
You can move entire contents with just a mere whisper.
Make people smile and cry at the same time and still ask why?
A befuddlement of the most beautiful kind.
Your the book that everyone wants to read over and over again.
It is 'if I can understand this' placed as a permanent bookmark.
The pages should be worn, yet they still feel as brand new.
Lively as the rooster at dawn.
Fresh as the vegetable sagging off of the vine.
God my girl truly divine, and you keep going as if your endurance is no encumbrance.
Tired of what?
With a simple hush, something is launched like a missile.
It is the loudest silence ever heard.
Please do to observe.
And that tree is still bouncing off the ground.
Fighting against all odds, all physics.
It is as if gravity doesn't exist in this world.
But of course that way it is made.
I have to say I'm envious of this baffling, mind boggling creation.
The greatest rock sensation, melodic, hypnotic.
Dropping through pavement into a club house that parties all night long.
A mini bar set with the most exotic wines.
A dance floor for anyone who has a good rhyme.
I'll take your lead.
Happy to have you.
Watching, waiting, anticipating.
And as the room starts to spin I finally get it.
A backwards perspective internally digested.
A 'Mmmm that was good I want more.'
And just then floors lift up taking us out into your newly created world.