Entrapment

From two sheets on the mattress on the bed

I am sandwiched in between on the premise of a dream

Swinging, swinging

They all come around

From the toes on my feet to the strands of hair arrested,

Arrested by the scissors in the drawers on the sideboard

It’s a countdown, a countdown

They all fall down

To your charms

Though you lick my gums with your gooey, eewy drool

Arrest him! Arrest him!

They all come around.

From the toes on my feet, two feet, two knees

Trembling, assembling all the strength locked inside

So pointless! So pointless!

My own arms on my shoulders on my torso with my head

And my neck so defenceless, defenceless!

It all falls down.