Sharp blue you!
Will you trick me? Won’t you enchant me?
Your lips have the magnetism
of a flower high on Stravinsky notes.
I look at them. Ignore the words.
What’s that curiosity you evoke?
I have no intentions, yet I smile.
There is distance, yet you stare.
I wonder if you are curious, if you hope;
if it’s me in your dreams, if you in mine.
Is that a frog? Is it a spell?
Show me what you hide behind your eyes.
Tell me the incantation, the trap, the escape.