Lurking Rhythm Poem by Dead Beat Poet

Lurking Rhythm



I know you're there,
lurking and low.
Waiting for me,
in the moon glow.

Take my hand,
go to the floor.
When the rhythm starts rhyming,
we both dance hardcore.

The floor is long,
a wooden sea.
Into my arms,
you're safe as can be.

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