Lick the Brains

Touching the thigh
Corse bumps
Losing my raw humour
Licking the dry skin
And hoping mine's much thicker
Constantly high, shining
Rubber and glitter

Haste and shy, tip toe
And eyes losing my focus
And I don't

I think I want to fly
Into my brain
And pick apart
All that we meant

Sucking the dry, five times
? all of the liquid
Easy to cry, wet drops
Losing my first finish
Project of five, seething
Disappointment
Lost in the ether it's hard to get better
Constantly more confused
And I don't

I think I want to fly
Into my brain
And pick apart
All that we meant

Should I stay
Or should I abstain