Quiver

the sensation that you're being watched

by lovable demons and euphoric gods;

streams of coffee down your lips;

whispered words and uncut diamonds;

the feeling that you're being struck

by lightning in the middle of summer;

exhaustion-induced disease;

French pastry,French songs,French kissing;

the desire to conquer a fragile mutation

between lust and redemption;

ants strolling on your skin,

aimlessly dreaming about Paradise;

laughter breaking the blue walls,

cracking wooden beds and bending

forgotten tears-what a tragedy!

the belief that salvation is just

around the corner;

cascading orchids,your melting spine,

electricity running through broken fingers;

the spell that I'm under makes me

quiver...