This lustful fire, fueling my uncertainty. You and I and you and me with my repulsion quickening, daydreamer am I, next to him, the uncentered one, the uncaring one. I stand unmoved and you still want it all. Dont blame the vomit on your shoes on the gin, blame the tug o’war touch, the uncommitted kiss that strays like death on my shoulder where unexcitement lingers most. Pound that droll drum baby, my heartbeat is hollow when you behold me
