electric perfume

i’ve fallen
and i cant get up
oh i can get it up
and turn rabid like the rest of them in your wake
today though, on the floor i lay

as you strut
or pucker your lips
and hold a glance just enough to burn a retina
i am your dutiful mirror

but i have fallen
and can only crawl
to hold my desires upon this silver dish
for you to eye only if you so please

i am not an indifferent butler
delivering a message of someone at the door
but here before you i plea
for me

i on that plate

what more than the code to unlock me
and ignite your power
like tesla’s perfume
what more could there be?

your electric in silence
and atomic with voice
with curves just like tulips
i’m mesmerized to my core