Fire In The Belly
Ooooh, there you are,
in a swagger that's controlled and evident.
First, a tingle in my hands (longing to feel the
texture of your skin).
Then it spreads through my chest and
slices into my heart (beating, but bearely without
your face).
My head is swimming fast, want pulses into
my racing blood (the sweat, layer after layer,
washing away nothing, but willfully seeps
into my pores).
My mouth is dry, my lazy voice helpless and
useless (stained with your taste, permanent
flavoring that brings to mind the sky and
wind).
