My shield is shattering
My defense punctured in many places
The holes are showing
Your gaze, my gaze
Electric plasma longing in moving spaces

What floor have we stopped at?
I don’t know
Why don’t we get out of here, you and I?
Your piercing feline mystique
Our shields are down, captain
What shall we do?
I don’t know, sir
It’s like silent, déjà vu routine with you

So elusive
But the magnetism, brightly lit
Flowing spirit juice, mixed
Spirit Juice and pickup sticks

It is
It
It is an ecstatic anguish
A flowering, blooming, heart-sped pain
Your dark eyes
Hair of black wind, but soft and dreary
Skin like milk, not whole, not skim
Your laugh, talk, energy

Pierce on
But when all is said and done
You too will be stabbed, sharply, softly