for she who knows the steps

[moije]

I eat peanut butter on spoons and cut ties of barbed wire like wet spaghetti strands.
the angular and spotty movements of my eyes ward off evil and invite the devil herself in for tea.
I serve sour savours to unsuspecting guests.
what did you expect? of what consistancy? thick? smooth? light and fluffy? regurlar?
I walk in your shadow to distract from the obvious. I am not like you unless you are like me.
breaths, short and sweet, take the rythm of the street noise and give it a base line.
I sit in the light of your eyesight, crave its melodious make up and sparadic occurance.

break into me, please, I'm screaming for you to dance me into the ground.