Cadence that flows like honey
Precision colored delivery
A visage that blooms on tongue
Like biting into a cherry
Ripe yet withered, an illicit synchrony
And they laugh and laugh
Because yes you are funny
But then you start looking
Is the middle distance all that riveting?
And I catch you looking
In a transitional reprieve
A millisecond of longing
It is your siren call
This reek of agony
Dues paid tenfold
Then laugh at the expense
One must, I agree