Ballroom Bedroom Boredom

(finally found you finely founded:
your foundations never truly rooted
on truth and trust
finally found your ego
tripping on mine

how easy you twist your tongue)

last night was a thousand years
of discoveries and civilization,
suddenly in a half-step
you showcased your accomplishments
through the ages.

how well you dance!
in was industrial revolution
over live music.
i can see bulky railroad engineers
sweating it out on top of a grand piano.
how easily can a victorian lady sway
to a sudden beat?
or maybe i am just my
melodramtic surreal self.

but you!?

last night was a thousand years
of thinking and rethinking,
how easy you twist your feet like
your tongue's cherry handles plays.

finally found you finely bred
magnificent victorian foundations
shattered by a slip.
your dance was great
but not when you called me
a different name.