An olderish one that is also craptacular...

He sings in a way that soothes me,
mesmerized by the slide of his fingers,
he watches the music as it fills him,
like colours only he can see,
my bones are bared when he fixes his eyes upon me.

Words laced with logic,
a round routine I let you lead,
to sustain what I wish to maintain,
these nights so few and far between.

You publicly profess with uninhibited lips,
but suffuse much separation.

A few bits and pieces I've been working on... which are quite terrible really!

threaten to depart,
we can't afford the dwindling time,
lives spent idling,
I seek perpetual motion,
a need to ascend,
a set of standards,
if you cannot abide, fall by the wayside,
once you kill it, there is no resuscitation,
I won't spring alive,
better bury me deeply.

you've become a sucking hole,
better spent invested elsewhere,
I don't relish these games,
silent and neglectful,
hate to be ignored,
my patience worn,
feeling like a fishing line,
cast away and repetitiously reeled,
it's a cycle that leaves my body sore,
I shall serve you some.
How did this dissention come?
abhorrent irreverence.

A wretched weakness,
I must employ an army to defend,
detonate this vulnerability you've placed upon me,
an incurable curse,
a regrettable reliability,
pestilent predicament you've put me in,
forced into a corner whilst you cowardly escape.