Time-Zoned.

Your reasoning calculates like the steady second hand of a clock by day.
And at night, wavers into an off beat rhythm of pure passion.
As if shaken and startled.
Weighed heavily by gravity, and teetering.
It was then that I felt the real power of your beat.
The unmasked, unshaded, and undiluted temper of the most brilliantly, caring soul.
So spratic that I'm left wanting when it leaves.
And it was only a matter of time before I found myself in love with both beats.
Only a matter of time before I was left surrendered.
Especially in those moments, when I found myself struggling to keep with your time.
I became addicted to your frame of mind.
I needed to define you, and who I would become through your eyes.
I needed you to define myself to me,
And to hear it pulsing out from the inside of your cheek.
I was left gaping at the taste of your bittersweet.

Author's Note

Criticism should always be constructive. ;-)