Sweat stains my flesh, fingertips
drawing, I am the design.

Sheets tangle between my legs,
like I wish your tongue would.

I take a breath and I smell you...
oh, you fill me like timless tunes.

I need to snap my fingers, to hear
sound, to drench in your laughter...

I feel moody, come and be in my play..
I wet my lips, can you feel me dip?

I wonder from one end of you to the other,
is there ever a close?

I am chaped, you raw me.
I canopy pace, am I abnormal?

I feel cold, goosepimples play connect-the-dots...

and I wonder what you might find.

I need to be touched, shown how I could
ripple.

Words want to be born, but can I be their
mother?

I'm scared of death but I know my worth, does that
mean I will have to dig my own grave?

A family long dead, I am alone, and so are the ghosts
that haunt me.
A child with my own face, but only a illusion, and so
it runs.

I feel the blood running unseen, and yes, I know their truth.
Voices I can't understand mumble in the gravel.

Music ballets in my head, on fingers and footsies, and so I
bow in another world.

I remain insane in a sane world, and so I remain restless.....