Phylum

You coax
I cloak
You go for broke
Idyllic 
Tip to toe in thick acrylic 
It wasn't what you said
But how you said it
Embedded in the yolk.

I find
A sine
Pick apart the twine
Comatose
Save the hum of nice ghost notes
A strike upon the head
Might make me hear it
Snapping like a fishing line.

A fire
Empire
Burned and then retired
Borderline
Rupture neuroendocrine 
But it didn't leave you dead
Woke you up alive again
An order to admire.