I bit into the lavender of my gum
when the vocal cadence was the sound
of pitter-patter feet.
I bit into the hip of my glass,
when the vocal delivery was the word
I bit into the permafrost of my pacemaker
when the vocal stopped,
forgetting the banter, in between,
coz, it’s 75% how you look, 10% how you say,
15% what you say.