Birds of a feather...

We are birds of a feather,
circling each other.
You don't know what I want,
am not sure you even know what you want.
We live in the moment,
knowing its part of the process.
Understanding that this is for now,
but what if I want forever?
Always so sure of where we are,
never doubting not even where we are going.
Convincing ourselves this is for the best,
but not truly knowing what it means,
In this dance of sex and desire.
like a game of chess,
we play our pieces, advancing
yet defending in every move we make.
Constantly trying to outmanoeuvre the other,
too scared to voice what is in the heart.
Always aware that we are moving,
like parts of a machine,
each one serving its purpose,
that the other may do so too.
This is our fate,
a dancing game of musical chairs,
elimination is the way to discovery,
mistakes made are learnt from or disregarded.
We are birds of a feather flocking together,
In this dance of time.
I just wonder, where are we going?