You're -ed not -ing

You're scared
Perturbed
Disturbed
You're -ed not -ing
What a riddle
To remember!

You kneel down
You clasp your hands
You sway
You chant
You pray
You whisper air
Into its cracks
Of drugs
Of vapours
Of monk's sweat
You mime
The cues of your heart
Dictated from an unzipped scar
Running along its
Plump breast track
Of redundant milky fat
Like a fly
Copying the slant
In between your thighs

You stare
You suffer
You hum
The melody of your love
Filling in musical gaps
Not heard yet
Every note sung
By an unlost thread
Brings extasy on his tongue
Waltzing around
My mountain cloud
Making me come
To the tea house
Of meditative trance
What an orgasmic dance!

You drum your fingers
Along the mantel
Laden with photos
Of you being a maiden
You pat and tap
The frame's corner
Of a dead shade
Thrown on the past
Of your lust
You reminisce
You retrospect
You manoeuvre
Your enemy loser
You take it in your stride
You take stock of your life
You sit your venerable bum
On the queen's throne
Familiarised with tobacco!
One more smoke
Before burrying yourself
In a coffin of odes
Before kidding your soul
About infinite nonexistent roam!