Just Be - Keith Caputo

Touch me rosy gay

Harmonious drifting soul

Hindrance is getting old

Seasoning everything in front of me

Lust may be a mistake

Sever me in little parts

Oh the guilt it breaks my heart

Numbskull you are hemorrhaging

Ups and downs infecting me

Broken down and flickering

Rendering a secret friend

Schizophrenia is settling in

Extra sensory ways, waves

Devious and torn apart

Crackling twist right from the start

Weightless bliss is tickling

Just be or not to be

I’m just being