I was falling into you,
as if serenity were the blues.
There was no tower to climb higher,
in the modern, romance-novel, love-scripture
where we seldom hold out to choose

My stoic, crossbarred-heart gate
was strong in fidelity to self.
Your glance pierced my armour, chest plate,
storming the walls
to propigate my heart rate.

It was better...

than sublimity could be,
for your presence,
or even a simple reflection,
thawed the frosted walls of
my mind's avant-garde, panic room,
where I'd hide in paralyzed purity.

It was the lessons...

in which we learned along the way.
It was more than holding out
to the dissapating, American, love story.
Our free-will expression
was the the blade that cut my chains.
Without knowing, you granted my mind
the will to run free again.

It was our lucid verbal intercourse,
and the way we could pantomime
one-another's genetic design,
which I attained the means
to communicate the reason to the rhyme...

The reason was you.