Vibrations of bass flirt with the butterflies inside my stomach
I open my mouth and they flutter out, starved from light.
My hand seduces the curves of your knuckles,
But it only takes one voice to disturb the air.
My windpipe warms with spice and fire;
The fire spreads up my neck and explodes from my cheeks.
I taste the rain on my tongue as the flames smoulder-
This blaze is extinguished.
I climb the mountains of bodies littering the floor
And pretend it’s all a game.
Your eyes penetrate my skin; you can see my organs;
You can see my bones; you can see my veins.