Surrealist Automated/Narrative Poem

We dance in the kitchen 
harmonics reverberating 

head on your chest 

feeling it rise 

and fall 

With each breath 

hold me 

closer 

tighter

longer

until your 

heartbeat 

Matches the rhythm of mine
swaying side to side 

Enjoying the solace 

of peace 

This is 

bittersweet 

tranquil 

Infatuation 

it won’t last 

it never does 

so I savor your heat 

before in 

Time 

you release me 

loose your grip 
and we part 

— dancing in the kitchen