Circle me..

we are a slow dance
a slow burn
subtext lit up within us
all we know
all we own 
creating a tone that moves us..
hearts may groan
time may own
the very moments
we so desire to rule..
draw from me my last breath
as I inhale you in
filling me anew..
invading me
creating me
taking all that I am..
it isn’t happenstance
that makes you mine 
it’s the rhythm intertwined 
an unspoken line in time..
from sleep I’ve woken 
may I give you
the token of my hand..