First Dance

a poem I wrote.

Sanctity,
my space.
Burning,
your taste.

Slow dance ,
Destruction and distance.

Shatter the reality.
Splinter the silence.

Such a shrill sound;
It echoes-
Laced with
Your taste.

Dull drumming
Of Sculpted syllables -
Endless repeat:
Destruction, Distance.

First dance without you;
A study in silence