You skinned my heart

A bone in your brain
Surge in your eyes
Fury in your tongue,
and a hairy tail.
What are you?
He asks.

Invoking an eye storm,
She begins reverently:
My tongue lashes in its will,
The bone steers my thoughts.
This orb here is my observatory,
And the tail doubles as a belt.

Cheque please, he thunders quietly,
You ditched me for caffeine.
You skinned my heart.
I'm hopping on to another boat.

You are my heart glove, she mists him.
I have not yet seen sunrise,
But I'll let you hold my tail when it's dark.
I can pacify your fist.

No difference, he hides his eyes
I'm hypnotic now, but wont be
Your words are effervescent
Palms warm now, sweaty later.

Turmoiled, He combs anxiety.
She stirs her brain and chews her tail.
Pulls her shoelaces. Tugs hiphairs.
Envelopes him in her Litchi eyes.

Inside the fluffy hurricane,
He is squeezed gently,
He belches out an affection.
And she vows to make him her caffeine.

Tie Me

I noticed at the sun-up,
The unraveling silk strands
In my embroidered tie.

Fingers stuck to the thought.
Mind speculated in panic.
Eyes gaped.

Me lighted a match,
‘N hovered it gently,
Near the problem.

Tie whooped into flames.
‘N ash only remained.
Shitfully shit. My tie!

I blink off my reverie, ‘n glance
At the affectionable cloth, lounging
On its back, on my visitor couch.

Uhh! Still reassuringly there. Still sexy.

I’ll probably use a mosquito coil instead.