You came, all smirks and colognes,
A crisp button down, a contrasting necktie,
But involuntarily, you built a reflex.
In me, to hide my discoloured teeth,
Gather my umbrella cut creases,
And look down at crooked toes.
Still, you yanked my halterneck,
Not for a better view,
Instead trace my bruised spine.
Then, to attain a perfect grip,
On a pair of drooping shoulders,
You let yourself also melt.
Now ready and set to twirl me around,
You stapled that skater shift back,
And let me go about, like a spinning top.
However, towards the end,
I clutched onto my sleeve,