In the Undertow

In a place where lovers lie and swindlers spin
She's a haven for the strange and libertine
Where even cynics learn to sing
In the space 'tween the hue of her skin and the wailing walls within
There's a storm moving in

So, I stitch the kind of line that stows away
In the sinews of some sentimental phrase
Where even seraphs lose their way
For the sake of a crazed escapade
I have floundered, I have flailed
I'm a pageant
A ballet of inept coryphees

But, it's love that I feel when her eyes are a blazing symphony
It releases me

I'm a stray clown with a droll cameo in a rerun of an old weepy show

In the meantime
There's a hidden code in the semi-rhyme of a sweetheart's ode
Where lovers get caught in the wild, entwisted flow of the undertow
Of a love that's caught in a wild, entwisted moment in embryo

And I'm there
Breathlessly treading water
As the endless swell of the sea crashes all over me
And, as my senses drown and unhitch, I'm down where the lovers go
As my senses drown and unhitch, I'm down in the undertow