short circuits in nervous symmetry
a quick sniff of your scent i breathe
it seems a century since i've seen you last
i fast, contrast and compare and cast
a line out to tease you to the surface
to see if i'm worth this, to find the mirth
and mayhem in my head, to dread the words
i've said and written will be no more to you
than empty vowels, drifting vessels
consonants in constant chaos
fighting what I'm writing, what i'm biting
at the chomp to say but can't say plainly
enough and mainly what is clearly overwhelming me
i depend on your visits entirely too much
i think, my veins beginning to itch
my nerves twitch and i rock back
and forth, checking resetting reshaping the page
waiting to catch your eyes to breathe
my sighs, to find which flies work where
and when, and what philosophies are most
at ease to find their way about your knees
to curl up and purr to sit at your feet
to admire, inquire never tire of your company
my blood is rushing, is thumping and pumping
moving and making me ill while still i'm craving
that which is shaking me making me cold
leaves me shivering, quivering aching for comfort
looking for some short hint or implication
some indication that might be a sign
that might show design in the grand plan around me
what surrounds me is fog while my arms
are bound tapping my veins wading through trains
of thoughts waiting for my next dose of you
