Simply sweet solutions
Peck away at these perimeters.
Beat the bases,
(Run, run.)

Stopwatch ticks of your heartbeat
Resonate in your chest, your lungs.
(But the batteries are running out and the
Bricks are stacked in our path.)

Understood dances drag
Our hearts beneath our feet.
(We never paid attention to them anyway.)

Strands of hair dance across your features,
Dust motes illuminated in dazzling light
That radiates from your eyes.

(Before I wake up, that is.)

But circumstances never change,
The moon never sets and
Your image never wavers.
Words crumble apart,
(Stale bread over rotten meat)

And these hearts will collapse.

(Muddled heartbeats and dusty breaths.)