Shivers
your skin, susurrus, susurrus,
curls smokey around my outline
between ill-at-ease and shivers
I've been looking like hell for quite some time
the condition of my spine
is not your business business
but demurity could ply my tongue
cap ti vay ted by your fitness
I'd be lying if I said I didn't
rant and rave about you when I'm
knee-deep inside my bottle
climbing rooftops to catch
a breath of air to converse with
because our world has been on fire
when I shake murmurous murmurous
like I've caught the holy ghost
who's gonna exercise me?
slapping my hand against the post
I wish I could put you in a vial
for when I crave that comeliness comeliness
oh your sugar on my tongue
and not our derelict lilting dalliance
and I'm building an updated
version of me, out of
a sturdier material, I hope
kicking in doors bruised
shins and shadows stapled
to the floor for their mischief
The worst part of it all
Is I can see you sitting
calmly smiling
hoping that I'm rising
to the occasion
While I might as well be
sitting paralyzed
with fear
playing operation
on the living room
floor
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