Vicelike
Off and odd and laughable,
a twinkle under morning eyes of mine
a gagging giggle at the queries made
of required clashing minds
and the root-word reducing roundabout-reason ruining
pivoting chesterfield from where we speak or stare
and track cold fingers across
warm air
the moon she does not move at all
i blink and skyward sink my gaze
towards planets edging off the fix of my vision
pawing that division
more impossible to suffer alone
the fingers of hers that will not let go, my voice eaks out
practical thoughts blow
bodies lay flat as wretch’d plateaus.
a twinkle under morning eyes of mine
a gagging giggle at the queries made
of required clashing minds
and the root-word reducing roundabout-reason ruining
pivoting chesterfield from where we speak or stare
and track cold fingers across
warm air
the moon she does not move at all
i blink and skyward sink my gaze
towards planets edging off the fix of my vision
pawing that division
more impossible to suffer alone
the fingers of hers that will not let go, my voice eaks out
practical thoughts blow
bodies lay flat as wretch’d plateaus.