turn up your megaphone

snap crackle pop
goes the electricity
between almost touching toes
pieces of intrigue
smuggled through cable wires
while gently parted lips
remain undisclosed
tongues twisted and tied
hands tremble and shake
with anticipation
the bones know
but the brain can easily deny
sugar coated secrets
go down faster
than clear cut truths
the kind you can see
but can't quite define
mysteries abound in
the pocket of your jeans
overflowing fortune cookie intentions
you've scribbled down
on somewhat rainy days
find the message
in my bottle
and turn up your megaphone
baby i want to see
lust on your sleeve
and your heart in
my hand