TIC, TIC
to the sway,
Skip, hop, jump,
ballerina arms away.
Shiver, shiver
stutter, stutter
words repeat
tap, tap
to the tibia’s tune.
Mindless movement,
involuntary spasms
that I can’t control,
I grab my wrist
and shudder.
Yes,
I waltz
to your weirdness,
this oddly whimsical idiosyncrasy,
fairy dust tickling my limbs
into subconscious motion,
until the urge twitches
down my spine,
and trembles
through the sinews
of my arms,
letting fireflies
leave my fingertips alive,
and I rock,
cradling the quivers
of my silly brain,
until they return
for another automatic,
whirling gyration,
and I pirouette my oddness
into the staring limelight
of your gaze.
Skip, hop, jump,
ballerina arms away,
tic, tic
to the sway.
Poetry