You intrigue me so much.
But why?It’s your eyes.
They’re a jigsaw of ache,
and I’m the missing piece.
Yet, how hard I push,
I don’t fit.
It’s your lips.
I delight in your smile.
It conceals defiance.
But, as mine comply,
you just laugh.
It’s your thoughts.
They are there, waiting,
wasting my priceless time.
And, as I speed up,
I get lost.
It’s your words.
Encrypted, to fool me,
they may have cursed me.
You’re hard to fantom.
My teaser.
You intrigue me to tears.
And yet…
© 28 May 2020 Jacquelene Martina.
