TeMpO

One touch right there,

One breathe does stare

Like a skipping heart

Or an ill tuned guitar

With razor chords

That stand on edge,

But pause, but bridge.

Not too fast. Hold.

And go again into you

And your heart's restlessness -

Ugly words tear ears,

Emotions scramble off tongues,

Explosive spit dwindles out the light.

And our senses are succumbed.

We fall back to ourselves;

There's one in a full bed.

-Signed-