Shake

In your overall, dynamism, it swept through you as you spelled the words in mind- every other vowel spewed something wise, nothing trans-morphed so you tried, and again saw something inside, it had to have been you- overtly subjugating, or even taming the shrew, not to mention his drugs and his brew, "there is genius, rather that, I am genius," you said sought after, like code in a road, like signs missing in time's- nothing evades this trickery, it's not real, I can't feel him, he can't be here. No emotional violence, and thoughts of actually having sex ruins you, the deeds turn into dust, every good one, every failure we'll see undone.