Chapter 12 Conversation

Conversation is the weapon I use
To end her moral and earthly bounds
A laugh like wind chimes
Tinkling against the wind
Barely noticeable to the barely listening
Against gentle waves of personality I pause
Soft spoken words awoke promethean mounds
The flavor changes with the times
My life is on the mend
Her fall, as off balance as I
An expression of her inner whims
I choose paths for my amusement
Seeing the ways she groans
As I make each and every selection
As I take the game which could only be my
Way of gaining sense of this tangle of limbs
And my personal enjoyment
Eliciting something akin to moans
For every whim caused act
And well chosen word
Breaking her sense of being
Expanding beyond the confines
Of whom she used to be
Tongue lashing provided with tact
To damper every self assured
Fret and ageless lines
Of one so automatically
Cued for every possibility
That my random thoughts provide
As she does preside
Over the course of my day
Meaningless she laughs like wind chimes
Reminiscent of a cool autumn breeze
And river view
Enjoying the ephemeral way
The flavor changes with the time
As I attempt to please
Everyone I ever knew