in spite of your cool
you danced
i drown in the glow
of your syrup sunbeam
wither never here
nor there,
young flower,
shiver everywhere and all
the time
when you touch me
without touching me
i laugh and i cry
i mutter a tune
and sigh
and sigh
and sigh
⸺𝐢 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭
