The last shadow puppets

decided to sneak off away from your stomach
and try your pulse
they captured what seemed all unknowing
and candid but they suspected it
was false

she's playful,
the boring would warn you
be careful of her brigade
in order to tame this relentless marauder
move away from the parade

she was walking on the tables
in the glasshouse,
endearingly bedraggled in the wind,
subtle in her method of seduction,
twenty little tragedies begin

and she would throw her feather-boa
in the road,
if she thought that it would set the scene,
unfittingly dipped into your companions
enlightened to make you seethe

there's affection to rent,
the age of the understatement
before the attraction ferments
kiss me properly and pull me apart

my fingers scratch at my hair before my mind
can get too reckless
the idea of seeing you here is enough to make
the sweat go cold