Pick it up

Yadu Rajiv

 

It's always there,
when I close my eyes;
That same Guttural growl,
that same rhythmic shake.
That same slithering self.
that same heartbeat,
Grinding and groaning.

But,
when you slow your pace,
and your beat so distant,
I worry,
if you will pick it up for me.

Yet,
Your reassuring moan,
your powerful pull,
takes us back to our tour de force;

tumbling and screaming we go,
through our sinusoidal track
red light;
stop.
tired I fall back