compliments & a wince
i anticipated you
i loved & hated you, cause hello was beautiful
everything that followed was unusal
not symbolic of my usual
it's like colic's in a musical
& the understudy's my buddy
when's our cuddling not the crucible
Muddy Waters' acoustic's pull
together to form something better
than the swarm, resulting in honey
cause sugar's a rush, becoming a must
shunning the hush, of voyeurs
give them too much, & they become employers & historians
i've seen your disgust; it's too much
anxiety... mine or yours
fine; applause's irony is aspiring to
a glimpse where indifference is pinched
between compliments & a wince
since confidence leaves its prints to convince
my senses is oppressed when it flinches
my sentences sips sentiments, to pressure undressing
or present you in dresses, with your collarbone worn as a necklace
i don't holler; i moan at your presence & groan at your questions
the dichotomy of me's a novelty; leading to you nodding to my beat
with Leonard Bernstein's treble clefs, climbing on the sheet
you're cumming & cursing; your purrs' scream, that settles it; finally i'm complete
fuse, don't compete, or we'll lose; since you'll definitely lose me
i rate perfection by what i scribe on loose leaf
crumbling any instance of stumbling
where clearly i'm unfair, provide a rebuttal then
or take one on the chin & swim in the puddling, spawned off our sweat
drawn by your bubble & my hips clapping into it
frustrated while you're naked, saying take it, i can't take it
thank you... this is what happens when i unpack my instrument
& lift your thighs; you harmonize; you're hypnotized
listening to charm inspired, by someone summoned by conundrums
who's you're kryptonite
compliments & a wince