love has to be inclusive, & set to music deducing it's elusive after introducing, the amusement gets confusing when seducing loses steam ego bruised, then it screams i'm not used to you & me i'm used to, what i'm used to & what i'm used to, includes you, only in my dreams now you're here; holding me ingesting Chopin & poetry yes you're dope, & i'm growing weak since you're close; all i know is flee all i know is we, could be happy if only i agree, to the entrapment that you're pure satisfaction, hashtag what a queen is since you met me, you're expecting that could never happen, with no inconvenience unless there's trust in between us transparent as closed caption & the opportunist, in us doesn't turn us into winter or make us passive to our tenure as someone else prevails more attractive now we're casper, or put out to pasture & the winner's, whoever you're messaging, at dinner & whoever's questioning, why i ain't in her or at least in her arms wrestling, my inner, saint & sinner the ambiance of my nonchalance, it's dictated by your responses or lack there of, where love, is calling you here love, here's a mirror; see how i see all of you your silence speaks volumes too; while mine's been starving you my hand's an olive branch cursing with curtsies & shenanigans parlez vous; yes i do; let's review every stanza, where my hands are, all over you expressing a swooned vernacular, so spectacular how is that not audible