should not love be,
willingly given?
what worth is a petty vie
for a fine man’s eye?
I am not quite so vapid.
you are not a trophy,
for my ego.
our addition
is a subtraction;
a distraction,
a detraction
from my true
colors.
catch me on my own.
I am not
like her.
I have to offer
an interest
in eternity.
my loyalty
is of an intensity
perhaps oft unseen
in my careless,
senseless
peers.
you are not
a game I wish to play,
a body to call a triumph.
you are someone
I’d like to know.