Yet Again
I notice you’re wrapped
in a mood of infatuation
swaddled in the sheets of doe eyes
tangled around your torso

Yet Again
your lingering gaze
infuses the twinkle lit room
with that certain scent of your charm

If I were a centipede
I couldn’t count on every foot
the number of times
a variety of shes
grabbing my hand
“He loves the attention”

Dear Friend,
please watch me while I walk
tall and proud and away
from your entangled advances
Yet Again