this spasm of longing <br />my back feels for you <br />i would chop it off for you <br />let spinal fluids spew <br /> <br />my invertebrate form would slide <br />across insides <br />toward your choking form <br />and forlornly dying <br />these extreme asides <br /> <br />shuttle my thoughts like a TGV train <br />désolée, ma chérie - got it wrong again.<br /><br />Simon Huggins<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/aspergers-love/
