while listening to foster the people's
song sit next to me -
i just remember cuddling
her,
while she began shivering
in a bean bag chair,
"forgetting"
to snort some *******...
while i stayed with
her, cuddling her,
until morning came...
and when morning came,
we broke up...
   but i still remember her,
semi-conscious,
shivering,
    shivering,
as listening to
the cure's album
pornoraphy on amphetamines...
notably the song:
A SHORT TIME EFFECT.
i can still feel her shivering,
and me cuddling her silent
into a ***** of a worth
of a heart entombed in
the base of a sparrow
experiencing a cage...
for the first,
but not the last time.
itches, and etching of ghosts...
or at least...
   that's what begins
to look like a story...
   of the said over-population
of the sane...
no...
   everyone is primarily
disorientated...
         faking certainty...
faking base striptease
of nonetheless keeping private
     opinions...
i can still remember
her shaking in my arms,
as i stayed sober,
she stayed
incubated
by a constant trance
of being petrified...
      i rarely held such
sobering artefacts
of fear in my arms,
cuddling them,
         forehead,
eyebrows,
tip of the nose,
   eye-lids,
lips,
   cheeks,
an entire array of
the scalpel lips taken
to make a dissection
of the complete face...
   her cold...
                 shivering ecstatic,
spasms of an octopus...
shy clinging,
   the last of the ronin,
a girl,
           figured to play herself
as a scattering
hole in the arranged
          sigma of a violin.
the girl was shaking,
as if,
  she experienced
strobe-light epilepsy,
   given that: her eyes were already
closed,
and her body, was,
cuddling a foetal position;
i just happened to be
mammal,
and of a larger frame...
to what could have been
her mantis fetish,
her microscopic
insect superiority complex
of the femme;
   what a crumbling
reference of a woman,
tender,
like raw dough...
   perfect hybrid
of a "hide & seek"game...
feline interpretation
of a snook object
  of snout meet hand...
   a shy cat:
nudging its un-petted
head into a cusp of a hand;
or... what will always be
the revision
of reading Braille...
when it comes to playing
puppets with genitals,
not having employed
             either tongues.