[Shavingcreamcoveredsurprise]

Shavingcreamcoveredsurpise,
A summer’s wisdom sings to me
Sings songs of threes,
Sings me-self tragic tunes -- always a satiric twist,
Leaves me gasping, unable to resist

Lays down with me, only semi-platonic
Reverses my decisions with the blink of an eye,
Bats eyelashes, only to deny
Oh, and ever the tease,
And I, the “gentleman,” trying to please
Doubtless to overreach in my humor,
All ready can hear the whispers of rumor

Find myself afraid of movement, and afraid of standing still,
Between the thought, and the action,
Between the feeling, and the attraction,
Searching desperately – keep it new, fresh,
Yearn for a return – entangled flesh

Hope peels my skin – fear grips these bones – wisdom
Don't elude me.