Hey there, I see you

Trying not to look at me trying to be oh so debonair

But I see you lurking over there

I can lurk too, right next to you

Trying all my best lines, trying to look good for you, trying to be oh so coy

You chant it means nothing, nothing more but I beg to differ

How wanting you look at me, yea I look at you

I stand behind you, next to, in front of but you don’t notice that hitch of a forgotten inhale

You say there’s another waiting to change for you and speak nothing, nothing more

            I can give in to you, let myself go, lay on my back all for you but that won’t win your game

For now I’ll inhale deeply and hold my tongue against you containing sparks to ignite

            Being blunt, what’s the point it’s not taken seriously, what is?

You contemplate my plots

I contemplate you

            And now what’s this a week, a month, two months… not a peep is it your

 boredom, jealousy, or distractions that keep you from me? Or is it all three.

            Growing apart from you is easy the dark clouds part and new suitor come to

bear arms, but where are you?

A week, a month, ah two monthes a shout hello… hello to you friend… whats this

you want what? No no I cannot do that again and why do you temp me so.

 I shall not give in, well maybe a little… too bad it’s not up to your standards. A bit

opinionated aren’t you?

            I’m wanting you, all of you? I’m not sure. Such offers made to me surely

there must be more to your scheme. However I am wrong you only want the

 incestuous sheets to be turned down.

            I one, another, others, lots, eager to please and pleased to be eager. Age is but a number.

but not to society. Where did you go?

I let all around me go, so long to you all my life is taking off….

We’re going where? Are you for real or am I in a dream following temptation down the rabbit hole.

Mad as a hatter you stumble back into my tea party. Chuckling as you enter my

party thinking you can pour your tea in every pot. What’s this? You’ve grown tired

of me, ah yes so have I to you.

Hibernating in your den not a stir of you to be seen. Where has the chivalry gone, a

new metamorphosis slips your skin. I am not the only one to see the change. Silence

is your game but the lambs must speak. No words from you but rumors from afar.

Jealousy is a faint virtue but you have many.