One

Heart....
For love of checkers,
... and hands.

A dovetailed thought,
A position,
Always touching,
Interdependent.
Where you go,
I will be.

The consequence of want,
Brings scents of change,
Ever faint,
To fill olfactory senses
With a slight limp.
Impedes to a trickle,
The slow accusation of reality.
It is I,
Asleep beneath the integrity of the mirrored dam.

Words of featherweight,
Seeming non-priorities,
Seek out
In the dark early of the day.
Begin slowly,
Spinning outward,
Centrifical,
Faster,
Gagging on the havoc of intellect.

Ten, the bottle,
Nine, the pipe,
Eight, the fist,
Seven, fails to soothe,
Six words of ecstasy and transition,
Five were razed,
Four, broke under the cross,
Three, deceiving counsel,
Two muted judges,

Leaves...

One.