it has dawned
on me again
the time
i attempted
to be manipulated
by the caress
of your arms
down to the
pasty skin
of your legs—
i could sense you
no matter
where you go
you leave
a trail
for me
to follow

then suddenly
it just
came to me
this something
right turns out
to be
a whole lot
wrong
i was fooled
i became tethered—
my thoughts
my say
weren't considered
tough luck
to date
still undeciphered
disordered
and even
misheard

now
as i go back
into the verse
i remember
the first verse
it was me
all along who
attempted this
manipulation first—
and she just
quenched
my thirst