And like a slinky, I move onto you
All fluidity, bringing to life your imagination…
You watch as I open my pretense like some tasty crustacean,
And I can see your dying to chew and ingest me
Here there is no sympathy
So, we pull each other apart
Is it against….or is it with?
All we know is that the devil is running…
And our bodies are keeping pace
Side stitches, fears of waylay
We become a marathon of releases
Mirror to mirror, and face to face
Truths are the vows we trade
Each of us holding the others heart, defilade
Love is our path of least resistance
In this bed, our true existence