this spasm of longing
my back feels for you
i would chop it off for you
let spinal fluids spew
my invertebrate form would slide
across insides
toward your choking form
and forlornly dying
these extreme asides
shuttle my thoughts like a *TGV* train
*désolée, ma chérie* -- got it wrong again.
- Simon Huggins, 3rd February 2006