Logical Doodles
You are the logic in my phobia
The quiet fizz in cider sips
You’re the forgiveness in my piety
The two-tone in my lips
Insanity in my silence
Posture in my dub dance
You are the picture in my shoebox
Nonchalance in my romance
You are the doodles in my lectures
Ugliness before the smile
The patchwork mask of pride
You are the syntax in my freestyle
A covert stranger in the family
The bitter to the zest
Apostrophe to my possession
I never sang at your request
