Private Parts

The stains

combine

leave behind

reminders

find

found

reveal and confound

in simple times

stealing your heart

was a plausible crime

not of passion

but of design

double crossed

by the ego engrossed

letting go

while holding close

finding solace

making the choice

rather the day came

when there was no choice

still waiting

for the slow and steady pace

to make me fall prey

to losing the race

not this time

no finish this time

keep in rhythm

quit looking for the rhyme

hearts they beat

finding synchrony

holding hands in time

the beat is mine

this last time

the beat is mine