Percussive Dance

Spirited away
Disappearing into the ether
Behold
I am a bird from far off exotica
You
My beloved
Are but a bergamot
A sprout of the local flora

The ticker remains excitable
Habitually acting like a hyperactive simian
Ascending to the rooftops of euphoria
And plunging into the depths of ecstacy
Without rhyme or reason

Every moment its jubilant
Jovial in its composure
And it counts
Every beat
Every time
In a trance
1 2 3 4 5....
Culminating in a fantastic performance
of percussive dance

Your ferrous frame, body iron clad
Exudes an irresistible allure
Altering my personal magnetism
Attractive like a lure
Rejecting all suitors
I have rejected all
You are the one I was searching for
My one and all

A fleeting moment of peace
And in the next witness ire
The blood-room isn't just red
Keeps changing attire

Every moment its jubilant
Jovial in its composure
And it counts
Every beat
Every time
In a trance
1 2 3 4 5....
Culminating in a fantastic performance
of percussive dance