she sets my mind racing
like a perpetual motion engine
ordering chaos
lining up thoughts
like errant sparks
in a warehouse
filled with gunpowder
setting off
a series of explosions
that rattle me
to my very core
all while whispering
gentle words of concern
at every new
ear splitting chorus
of need and desire
i cannot quite
the before
just the majestic disaster
of shockwaves
that race down
my spine
when she says my name
in feverish tones
directly against
the ossicles
in bated breath


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