The Poet's Dance

You have me at an advantage You know all the features of my aging face You calm me with your conversation while you wrap me in rhythm and spin me with grace We always stay deep in the shadows dancing the dance of two souls in the night You string me with pathos and cling to my hand while you delicately hide your eyes from my sight You cover my gossamer glow with petals dipped velvet in words You pardon my errors in a poet's empath and crying a river ensues So I give you the song, the advantage I bow to the shadows which cradle your skin I wish to be always beside you Your fragile spun muse, hidden solace, within...