The Familiar Taste

I see these coaxial boundaries
I try to bind them. I do.
I will make them mine.
No doubt unsettles me, my mind feels right.
Feels stout, I swear I will not be kind.
And I swear I'll never let them out

I rip apart spectrums of light
And I will stale all impending dynamics
Untill nothing but static remains
Of the illeterate shedding tear
Of an inconsiderate puppeteer
Whose string are too long, too loose to hurt.

I scream like a tempest kept in a vault
Like a burnt firefly within a lost heart
As a runner whispering before the start
"May my dust settle as yours erupts"

Like a spring, ready and keen
Like a winner, like a winner.

But it doesn't matter.
I feel it tingling already
And so my eyes open
My eyes witness
My deep and flawed task
All I tried...
And I am still inside its grasp.

Shivers

Yeah, it's pretty cold in my room
I know how the damp air hits your face
You'll feel it subside soon enough
Soon you'll know how easy it is
How moist and shallow all this really is

How disappointingly mechanic
When you crave for the organic
How deliciously erratic
As you lust for phallic

Is it beyond the physical, do you know?
Is it innocence you shed, is it desire?
You want a new feeling, a shiver. Let go.

A warm tingle, as you slowly close your eyes.
Let me embrace you. Get lost in it.

Ahh, but forget it.
As you fog my glasses up
As you bite yourself
In recognition
You know it as well as me
That's all there's left to do.
You.

And, sure, it'll hurt.
But, hey, you'll like it.