Would you scratch my scalp
twirl brown speckled fingers
twixt ever-lightening
locks, me myself and I
we fight over you
give us a taste
of what we've sweat over
if what i want is on this
decreasingly fertile rock,
possibility of my painful
atrophy, isolated,
dissolves
into shimmers
that make me kawaii
when i check doppelganger
in silver glass
because you
shattered dreams sprinkled
iridescent on bronze ivory
glitter blush for the creature
(in some other word or two,
you're my breaking point)
It's true, you make me blush prettily.
Would you could see it, to pride yourself in tying tongue and rising BPM
