what was it
that was so appealing under those those of yours.
your activity of rescuing what was lost, should have been from me.
Instead you nuzzled yourself so delicately, so peacefully lapping up that moment of extremes
It was then that I saw the most beautiful thing that I ever did see...
your smile.

It's now that I begin to wonder what exactly you are:
the reason I got and the reason you give,
the politeness and elegance of your seated carriage
gives away nothing that I already haven't received.
For the way that I look at you now and see you hold your head and stare at me
with eyes vague and bore, your lips hung low and neck held strained
I think you are calling out my name