shapeshifter

gold plated flooring

glitching personalities

which fit the ideals of every eye

brown, green and blue

say hi to the passing moon

but motives on my mind

from here on.

he’s lapping it up

water in a dog bowl

i’m dancing on his tongue

and sleeping on his tastebuds

flooding his throat with the loose cotton

from my jeans

he’d die for me

one side of me

möbius strip

stripping his pharynx

he doesn’t know the rest,

they’re not meant for him -

he’s too busy trying to breathe

with me spinning my fabrics in his system

his möbius strip,

stripping his larynx

now whenever he speaks

threads of me fall from his cupid’s bow

and form into a person he used to know

and the only sound from his open mouth

bites like the gold he couldn’t chew

and the only colour within his vision

is the truest form, brown green and blue.

and the only word he can tailor to make is made of three letters

y

o

u