Gulp

If i reached under my bed
and touched something soft
like the mane of a pony on a carousel
it might sound a charm

like a deafening clang of coincidence

don't make me fall for you
don't pass me words that make me squirm
and gasp soft air
i'd choke

accidently destructive you agreed
so what when i
stamp in your puddle eyes
like pris overflowing
come on i doubt it roly

that clang is louder now when
all i'd daydreamt i'd felt
was a bubble burst.
They pop though, don't they.

so i'm left
a twang on that taught wool
that knots my tongue to my ___