The tears are dripping on the table.
(Drip. Drip. Drip.)
The seconds are ticking on the clock.
(Tick. Tick. Tick.)
The useless words are pouring onto my screen.
(Click. Click. Click.)
The rhythm of it all is draining me.

My heart is breaking, but keeps beating.
(Beat. Beat. Beat.)
I miss you but have never kissed you.
(Think.  Think.  Think.)
Anger swells as I realize that you're ashamed of me.
(Burn.  Burn.  Burn.)
The rhythm is destroying me.

Then you dry my tears with your lips.
(Kiss. Kiss. Kiss.)
You soothe my mind with your words.
(Calm.  Calm.  Calm.)
You fill my imagination with a happy future together.
(Soothe.  Soothe.  Soothe.)
The rhythm of it iis relaxing me.

And we finally touch each other.
(Caress.  Caress.  Caress.)
You lay on top of me... our bodies tangled.
(Push.  Push.  Push.)
Our passion explodes then settles as do our bodies.
(Sigh.  Sigh.  Sigh.)
And this is the rhythm I've been waiting for, my love.
The rhythm that heals me...

cinimin