hot breath stains the nose too clearly
lighting up the room severely
thoughts under a fine looking glass
time time time makes it pass
now a picture waterlogged
all I have is through the fog
eyes wide open like some pop song
an ear out for noises and a bit headstrong.
my legs buttered in sweat, sweet?
is it odd that I miss the long heat
and the buzzing that comes from your toes
should I venture done where nobody knows
a phantom limb coming in for the kill
but the sea's rough waves are suddenly still
the taste to live in my mouth for a while
is one of metal and nervous bile