I Tried To Send You Little Messages,
Right From The Beginning.
But Your Ears Never Twitched.
Artificial Arrested Motion Switched.
Change Unreadable Under Unaware.
Widened My Eyes.
Disaffected Movements Of Nightly Routine
Ears Ever Pricked.
Spy Vs Spy
Sending Out Messages.
My Hand Like A Jack-Knife
Launched Each Mission
A Wishful Puff Of Breath.
What Happened Between My Palm
Your Pointed Ears,
Messages Have Grown Grotesque
Flown Through A Radiation Field
Infested Waters,
Too Close To A Toxic Wasted Dump
Grown Odd Legs.
Eyes Must Have Bulged
What Happened
Didn't Look Like That When The Left Me.
They Looked As I Envisioned Them.
They Looked Like Perfume.
Shaped And Colored Especially For Your Reception,
So That You Would Know
I Understood That You Could Sight Scent.
