Stampede.

..it quivers in equal stride

melding might now

quite delight, unlike

music ensnaring our broken night.

weren't we strangers to strains entrancing

as us patented dependancies

i figured olive branches

she itched cinnamon leaves.

..along then, rain ranked faltering

whilst fallen for tunes

with melancholy joshing

an otherwise ebbing endearment;

for its her pastl'd involvement

i was after most

thrusting rum on carpets

stocked on gratitude.

..however funny

your attempt at entangling be weak;

wasn't disinterest, i gathered

twas haphazard need to retreat

stems coiled, soiled on disbelief,

not once she gave in

for i didn't give up

we sundering a floor

moist, defiled in deluge.

..some venturing thereafter

one'd make way, undone;

passive neutral at argument

occasionally atrophied off neglect.

who was deficit

in that monsoon full of debt?

aching knees

or our coveted debate?

so tonight

i'm reluctant, impaired

of the distillery and

eager to admit.

tonight, i'm not sour

though despair

polishes off the soul

making kosher to announce

i lost;

those evenings we both

caved in and chose.

but when now alone

i'm forced to host

dark rum on the carpet

as its our askew'd floor

that melts me most.