a game it is to catch your attention,
and win your affection,
like the kind in county fairs where one wins a gargantuan teddy bear stuffed with styrofoam, as you cling to his arm you only entice me more, this pleasure perhaps has a Freudian explanation and still i am aroused when you leave the door, because your eyes said everything including or excluding promises i do not know. although this angel lost its harp, i swear once i find it, and we meet again by chance in the nightospheric fairgrounds, you will already be mine,
by the lull of arpeggiated strings,
and hymnal tune.
