Delicious are your words


Why do I find myself
Grasping at straws for
Your sweet attention?

Still my heart is warm
And squirms under your notice;
cold glaciers in the freezing Arctic.

Beauty and charm cannot enchant
A rock. In vicious battle,
Interest is won and lost

And won again, delicious
Are your words for an hour
Until I crave them once more.

So I want him enough to think up dull strategies with friends, but he’s different from what I know, what I’m comfortable with, I don’t think he’d fall to these low tricks. Excitement fades and ignites at strange hours in the day.