You are a radar-buzz,
I feel the jitter when you are around.
It is stony, it is inescapable,
but I do not mind.
I might want it, even if it weren’t yours.
For your shake I have my own,
like a thousand peacocks, enhancing
themselves for their mates.
Already too bright.
And what they are, I cannot say,
not much better than my midnight jolt
when I go dancing in you.
Dilate your clavicles, sweet:
I am diving inward.
I think you sound like suicide inside,
do not want to admit you hate life.
So your body speaks for you.
That, the drone, it travels me in,
Love you like a son, a brother, a husband,
and cannot decide which is moving.
Oct 28, 2012
Oct 28, 2012 at 5:30 PM UTC
You are a radar-buzz,
I feel the jitter when you are around.
It is stony, it is inescapable,
but I do not mind.
I might want it, even if it weren’t yours.
For your shake I have my own,
like a thousand peacocks, enhancing
themselves for their mates.
Already too bright.
And what they are, I cannot say,
not much better than my midnight jolt
when I go dancing in you.
Dilate your clavicles, sweet:
I am diving inward.
I think you sound like suicide inside,
do not want to admit you hate life.
So your body speaks for you.
That, the drone, it travels me in,
Love you like a son, a brother, a husband,
and cannot decide which is moving.
