Quiver, Shiver, Twitch

Writhing in our beds
Mourning the moments missed
Catching water with a net
Futile but hopeful

Oh I know it is wrong
As wrong and delicious as fruit
The tree of knowledge
Open for the taking
Dependent entirely on self control

Fool’s grin in the moon’s pattern
Toes wet with dew
Orion’s figure spreads, allows for thought
Staring at Orion, I saw your eyes, your face
I felt you walk behind me, stand closer
A light touch of the hand
I’m set on quiver, shiver, twitch.



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