The thrust of dim yearning awakened by a glance shudders down my brain stem backwards through time
My brain begins to seep swelling, with all those secrets I keep the urge of a sidelong view inside the tank top, you
And the tingle of an old feeling cresting on the rising flood of deep emotions, bound to the fresh smell of day
Some things I can see why they are a part of me where they arose — things I chose
Others were always there like a good scare, or the thoughts that follow the sight of your stare
These dim thoughts within test a wall ever thin that holds them in
But when I try to let them out these dim thoughts are thin like they’ve never been
This makes people long for the wild carnal state filled with true lust and true hate
But for me the truth is as near as that fate I daily fear I love the life of thought even if that’s all I’ve got.