~Pardoned Pardner~

                    Music   on

         She dances to the beat

       that   greets    her    heart

     but graces not to the diction

          nor        the        voice 

            visible to the drums.

                   swaying,

              and stretching

           to   her     farthest

       reaching    out   to   him

       who      stares      silently,

            states courteously

              but cerebrates

                in lieu of his

                     clout.

                     he hooks

              the slips and trips

           secures              them

        in      his       own      realm

in his chamber of the king's ransom

         for  he  is  his  own   ruler

             dictates        self,

              decides matters

                 and defines

                    syllables.

                         and

                        she is 

                  just a dancer

             crawls,tiptoes,hops,

     jumps and drops to the ground.

 then  surges  from  the  soil   where

   she secretes her soul that dumbs

      and clumps in the tug-of-war.

       she has to numb her thumbs

          slows her retarded music 

            halts her rhythmic cues 

                 as  he hushes her

                     as his eristic.

                       foreseen.

                          smile.

*Taken from fb notes, dated Sun, 24 Jul 2011*