Michael (Floyd)

static steam

the story of my gooseflesh

heart in highbeams

within your fatal focus

 

knocking knees

shivering lungs

my manners lost to melodies

imbuing inside

ears

mouth

my eyes / witness

wish

whistle

joy

emotional / poetry

the wonderment of you

 

you make me quick

quiver in the quiet quality

of your patient touch

i don't know how to stop

your reflection

your respect

your perfection

 

i accept / don't expect.

No destination Falling Up...