April 29th.

Puppet string, by synapses - 

Chemicals firing

Involuntarily I find myself in the dance 

Stomping, tip toeing; where did I learn this?

 

Under the influence

Your sleeves rolled up, those hands pushed deep

Controlling the cortex

Brain freeze 

Those hands, their grip on me. 

 

Squeeze, squeezing - almost squished 

“But I told you; you know”

On my knees, pleading - but

Brain freeze 

You’ve got that one neuron in your grasp.

 

I’m stuck; so I’ll stay

Within the freeze

Thoughts firing 

Dearest - please! 

Please.