There’s a reason-
I’m sure-
Surely there’s an excuse
For my walking out-
For my returning-
For my driving home at 3am.

Normally-
This is all a lie-
I don’t dance like this-
Don’t beckon the shadows
To lust this passionately.

You turn your back to me-
Bite your lip
But I’ve caught you-
Felt your passion
Drain like your blood

And none has ruined your concentration-

I admire that

And somehow the light turns
Like this is actually affecting me
And I’ve changed color-

Found the gurl in me
And she needs.
Wants.
Curls into you
And the memory of your skin-
She smiles.