Against My Flesh

You get beneath my skin with a devilish grin, you plague me with shivers from beginning to end.

A look in my direction, I’m accosted in silence, an invasion of my senses my semblance can’t diminish.

A search within my soul that is not welcome, discovering things I cannot see and rising them to surface.

I wish I could erase the fever from my cheeks, my beating breast, my quick heartbeat, a telling tale no need to speak.

You paint against my flesh, in brushstrokes that reflect back, the invader of my soul, where in a view I’m devoured whole.