Do you hear

Do you hear them
The tiniest pixies come to settle with you
From me
And flowing of all the ways to touch you best
Left bereft on a dissonancy

Do you feel my very form fit to fold into yours
That supple staple
pluming sting
a calling to symbiance with everything
As long as it's nothing but you

Hold me tender
Like remember
Of firsting tastes
And telling waists
That can't lie
When curves haven't quite turned them to waste

You Start to render me
A splendorty
Of immanent powers and duress
That play out like a symphony
Recorded on the dress
When you turn me to confess
When you turn me to confess

Just a big fucking pile
Outta smiles
Even list on a rhyme
Or a reason to words anymore
What black magic
What simple wits
What simple staple

And though i speak but a shadow of the best
You hear
And though i know you haven't even spoken yet
I hear