You, as I,
Must understand the logic
Behind this over-drawn exchange
Over-drawn and catalytic
Shape-shifting as sharply as
We stumble onwards
You, as I,
Must see
The irony –
Just the voice
And nothing else.
Not face
Not words
Just the voice
And nothing else.
You, as I,
Must see
The irony.

Flush
The searing rush
A flash of brilliance
Fleeing focus
Flush
Not a blush
But a creeping
Loss of innocence

My bribe of kisses
Seems to have
Betrayed my resolution-
You hold your ground
Waiting till I up the ante.

My clever wiles
And mock-seduction
Only make you laugh-
You hold your ground
Waiting till I up the ante.

Your wan disclosures
Pried from disobliging lips
Are almost there-
And I hold my ground
Waiting till you up the ante.