somebody

deliciously suspicious
(at the back of my mind)
and if i'm
inclined
you'll find, entwined
in the rapture
and the maze
my twinkly
eyed
gaze

(this might be a phase,
insufferably glazed
by the heart
of discontent
cause it's not
what
i
meant,
to
ANY
extent)

such unplanned things
sometimes,
grow wings,
but
this girl sings
and she
can't
forget
this

in the
wake
of some 'bliss'
that another girl
missed

oh no,
i insist
i'll trip over it
kick it around a bit
savor it
and then,
admit
whatever it is
i make
of
it