Concoction.

Think I'll step a walk outside,
run 'round circles, sleep off our borrowed nights.
A slight respite sung to a tune unkind,
me inching progress, you changing your mind.

1:34 AM, marvelling if consequence is suspect?
I'd expect diffidence, lest it proceeds to alter the sheets.
And neither've you lost 'neath a Madras canopy,
nor 'ave I won, trespassing now reddened knees.

Good Evenin', do we call it quits already?
A battle half won, is a misnomer unsteady..
par the wary have discerned intention,
tired soldiers, shoulders craving attention.

Lets make mountains out of impulse, staple a dapper chin;
chewing notes, where whims have replaced vapid synonyms.
A summer stick of rhyme, she's uninclined,
were we to pine again, rain'd eclipse sunshine;
then shudder, for the dampened parts are stood,
should then we ever need to contain, we apparently would..