Prose, Poetry, Cryptic Words: Body Language

Body, Body, Body, Body, Body, Body

Giving me shivers down mine

Tryin' to find whats mine, I'm yours 

I'm cold 

Winding, Warping,  Waiting, Waging, Waxing, Waning

Tryin' to find light

Surrounded by energy, all except where I need

I'm unseeing, but I smell

The aromatic equivalent of a police siren's assault to the eyes and ears

Gasoline, Rubber, Cigarettes, Sweat, New Furniture, Loneliness 

He'll come here expecting it to get better

Too dirty to clean up his act

Too dirty to scuffle over what he thinks he deserves

But even your most private parts are rotted

And that may not be your fault, nor can you do anything about it

Because what you see is always the truth

Talk To Me, Talk To Me.

Everything is borrowed 

Time, Space, Matter 

But we are here and this place speaks.

Its got Body Language
Talk back