My Match

Feel the chills
Little
Every hair
Rising for you
Simple lift
Spiritual gift

Up my arms
Travel
You
Up the back
Of my neck
And down
My legs

Intensity I
Met my match
And
It was too much
To receive
In my ear
And tongue
At the roof
Of my mouth
Incomplete chords

Innocence of memory
And absence of me
Innocence of memory
And absence of me
How could it be?

I met my match
And it was
Too much
To receive

© GÄ