I feel the hairs on my back

Stand when I see you

And all along

I had no worries to

Analyze and fight

To get throughout my day

I simmer down

By smoking out the blues

I now realize how

I misplaced my feet

By stepping on

To what I thought might be

The simplest math

Where I’d add

My desire for the

Wonders of your body

To my core

A pity

You’re not impressed

By my abilities

My loud laugh

And sort of yellow teeth

It’s not a magic trick

What you have failed to see

It’s something stronger

Than my morning coffee