Love Poem No. 01

[serge gurkski]

Your anorexic dimensions stick into my memory,
fidgeting through my mettle and blood.
You squat over me at the curve I drink on,
the bend I think along,
spread thin over time spread thinner.

Looks like stanza 2 to me.

Pardon me for being selective. I am impressed by these lines. Could well be a stand-alone.

Just not sure about "spread thin" or thinly?

Catchy title (love potion number 9 ;-) ). Immediate association here. You intended that?

cheers

Serge