Nettles sting my feet.
I'm wearing too much perfume.
Humidity is making me stick.
Your shirt smells like sex.
Your left shoe isn't tied.
Anxiety is making you bite your lip.
Sleeplessness makes me a liar.
Your vision is slipping south.
Youth and heat
makes summer sweet
and the lock on my door goes click.
I'm under your fingernails
with lipstick cries,
Give it to me again.