You were all around me
Buzzing like flies on a carcass
Tickling at me like a virus
A contagion with no cure
As hard as I tried
I could not prevent your incessant attacks
Your delicious malice
Now you’re under my skin
I can feel your love crawling
Under my shins, knuckles
Forehead, scalp, arms
Shoulder blades and spine
It feels so delicious
To scratch at it even though
The itch won't go away
Just move to somewhere else
All I wish for now
Is for my heart to capture
The love you have for me
If only to be rid of this aphrodisia
Comments
jennifer | June 4, 2008 - 07:10
I did not know the word 'formication' before!
'a tactile hallucination involving the belief that something is crawling on the body or under the skin'
says the dictionary!
Eurgh, but cool, and I can feel it now...
Dynamaso | June 5, 2008 - 00:02
"Eurgh, but cool, and I can feel it now..."
Oops, sorry about that.
I work at a large hospital and I'd heard the word used by a mental health worker. It occurred to me it is a great analogy for the way something or someone gets under one's skin.