Sixth Sense

Outline; bland and forlorn
A palpitation, a heartbeat murmur
You stand inert
Frozen and harsh
You twist in confinement
anticipatory
You shield your mouth
Under cover of hand
Looking as if from an oriental land
And you finger the surface
Slight and shallow barbed in its significance
Glib and callow, with a continuous indefinable
Thirsting for that which you cannot beg Steal or borrow