Conversation therapy
Your voice prescribed to soothe/
Life inhabits arteries with glass so I can’t move/
So I stand still…
My legs fill dense with lactic acid/
Muscles become flaccid bags of weight that make my back sick/
Hands cohabit shyly in the solace of my pockets/
We calmly talk but mentally I gag my mouth and vomit/
Your look seeks me
I dodge it/
Your touch treats me
My pain’s chronic/
Fixated
I evict your handprints oiled on my skin/
Shave my exodermis
The breeze draws from me a grin/
Imagine how your kisses drench my tissue
Shelter breached/
See the way my muscles tense because they feel your reach/
It’s symmetry how oxygen’s a poison but we need it/
Mentally I need your squeeze
But constantly you tease it
About Me
- flowgun
- i teach at an elementary school. 5th grade. and i do it better than everyone else. just ask the children.
4 comments:
clifton smith is in trouble.
uhoh. what did he do?
he got in a fight (i'm not sure on the date) at a club downtown. it involved about 50 people, according to the news i watched @ lunch. when cops came, he wouldn't quit, and they tased him.
dammit, batman.
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