feel. dont feel. touch test. three two one. skin skin. im in. you game. lets go.
i bite my bottom lip and my face is breaking out. im a sucker with a fickle nerve. and playing pipes that shout. my body keeps on flushing and then draining to a white. while my feet are frozen at ten and two. confused by fight-or-flight.
fuck feeling this or that about tomorrow. fuck looking into the sky just for a place to look. fuck meanings and solid reasoning. and fuck all the senses of security that shook my jaw with a left hook.
im here and now. is that denial or ascension to someplace real. instead of feeling like fair/no fair. was based on a square deal.
im not punching left then right and waiting for a standing eight. i was making love to the canvas. but i cant stand this love and hate.
yes. ill keep on cooing. wooing waiting making you my number one. but im not crying. see. its a different you and me. now with it all said and done.