I bookmarked an article
on how to cure stage fright
as if fear was a sickness
It said that it was simply
'mind over matter'
as if I’m supposedly mental
They’re probably right
if I’m being diagnosed by an online author
I suppose that means
people with claustrophobia should be hospitalized
in ballrooms or auditoriums
with space bars lining the room like tapestry
because that’s all they really need and
living in a box would probably kill them
Arachnophobians would be rehabilitated in air tight chambers
because anything that tickles their skin
that doesn’t feel like it’s human would give them a heartattack
Patients diagnosed with achluphobia
would rather die and see the light today
and would rather make love with flashlights
than have the lights turned off for a few seconds
but say that it’s because he wants to see your orgasm face a little clearer
So that means there’d be medication for sweaty palms
and a vaccination for s-s-stuttering
during presentations about speech communication
but the only language I wanna learn is your body
and you’d be the only solution I’d need.
Your skin is the only bravery in a bottle
that I would crave to consume
and your eyelashes are the only needles
I’d want to be injected into me.
And even when the moon is full
and it’s the dead of night
you’ll cling on to the repetition of my words
and the clashing of my syllables
You’ll say that it’s the most hypnotizing sound you’ve ever heard
and tell me
that my fear is beautiful.
Then I’ll be cured.