steady square
received certain demapping
from a disarming path (no accident)

oh such a study
almost never squeals
grinding eyes that sit atop
a mind of wheres and wills

but anyway...
you're the one who already won
whole sense of self
able to feel, to derail

concerned openly (and how)
no kind of intrepid
culturistic veil

lovingly and feral
little light, long tunnel

oh jitterbug
parts of me
parts of her

disorienting little hall