there you go again, shattering my equilibrium,
tricking my axons, telling them to halt the relay of neurons.
telling my synapse to void any information of your
rusty voice, your musky smell, your rustic-worn-down-appearance
so now my dendrites are all confused,
with impulses at their tentacles preparing ready to blast.
off. with your clothes, lay them on me
lay them on my body.
naked. but so forgein from the one you have feasted your eyes
upon.
so many times did I tell my heart to use
all 30 miles per hour of force it harbors to catapult your footprint
out. with the awkwardness
in. with the passion.
I distinctly recall your blonde hair ticklers
of a puberty that was barely
there. you lay whispering sweet nothings against my breath
and I inhale your musk,
I breath you in,
this time I am holding my breath
forever. you lay next to me with my eyes
closed. so unlike my legs.
That’s about me right?