Peek-a-booing

Sporting
corrosion
is my mind's
current
signature.
So
I urgently
need to
seal
around
my somewhat
confused
consciousness.
But
she's been hiding,
cuddled up
- no joke! - 
in this vagabond
subconscious
of mine,
which in turn,
tries to
attach
disharmonic tones
on her,
to her utter
surprise,
for she
had never
intended to
contort
the innate
strings
meant to
align
one
to the other.