Nocturnal Theology

Bone marrow and body fat
collide on an illuminated dance floor you are begged to join on
That lights your way to being estranged
And losing yourself in mechanical connection
That would suggest to your heart
A misfired misgiving
The fault of Eros
A misaimed dart
You collect your thoughts and discard them as quickly
A sip and drink take you straight
To the simple participation you never would have made
And lost yourself along the way
In her flaming hair
And the golden cavern carved
In the small of her back

So there I tripped
I brought too much
I tend to think now that
Your honesty will weigh you down
When you consider the pose and placement
Next to a smooth sort not your own
That will move and contort its way free
With a shifting of the beat
And your shot was drawn back blue
The arrow straight and true
For your part
That fault of Eros
A misaimed dart