It came to me, like sex or sleep.

A dreamy love that’s hard to keep.

A bridge between smoke and steep.

A zig, a zag, a Zim, a swerve!

A trick so sick, I don’t deserve.

And took it all to that last nerve.

I don’t know from whence it comes.

I just hear the beating of the drums.

And like the drink or drug that numbs…

I look around another glance.

Thanking God, another chance.

Love it all. This life earth dance!