The C Word

Feet sway methodically
Dreams of empires falling
Hand employed by hand
Fuck I miss the movements
The simple joys of devotion
Flesh to flesh
Glazed eyes
Minds melting through the ice
Submerged in a tango
Fog takes me by the hand
And I can see
The sun burning
Gliding gears of apparatus
Here is me now scorned in
Memory
Freed by you
You, you the
Cosmos