fands

fits and starts.

to you i

stutter
step

flutter
sweat

one shudder
kept

and no other
met
matters

yet

fibs and starch.

to woo i

shirts
shorn

skirts
torn

two flirts
borne

on all the words
form
fit

worn

fists and scars.

to bruise i

madder
grow

batter
blow

three shatters
sow

and an adder
low
slithers

slow

fix and scabs.

to lose i

fashion
blame

pass the
shame

for passion
flame

and no action
deign
to lessen

pain