*staggers over verbs* things. confuse. me. like how my body slowly flexes toward your heaven-- the twists and turns you take make. sean. tremble. it's strange how you are painted across the front of my brain-- so that my eyes catch glimpse of you-- continually* got this thin frame-- bent toward your eyes your lips* your every speech-- you. make. me. weak. it's strange how sex doesn't matter much-- but-- your touch-- *determines my existence-- i'm lost in caramel-- but it's strange cuz she ain't lost in me. sean.