Body Language

Mix it up and make it nice

Cussed it once and cussed it twice

Talking chrome and whispering steel

Escargot and lemon peel

Body language

Body language

Remove the bandage

Body language

Beasting lips and private art

Treat it like an auto part

Bored, ignored and charred too much

Now it's me who's out to lunch

Body language

Knee bone's let it

Martian landing

Body language

And I, claiming warm welcome, breast fed

Promises of buss lips and then sleep

Dreams of tossing, turning in the market rubble

Like a rat comfortable and secure in hell

Mouths never speaking, all inferred, deferred

Not even spluttered, never screamed or shouted

All that's long gone

Face dancing, body language

Plastic metic flush it harder

A cold Medusa working larder

Never try to touch me with out that thing

It's far too rusty, body language