flirtation

Flirtation… when i see you, i can't.... not..... touch... everything about you, draws me near. proverbial, moth to the flame... hypnotized....mesmerized where is it i, can lay blame? these, cursed wings, they don't beat alone i can feel you flutter... in 4/4 time, across a hundred feet i don't own and i know, you sense mine. it's reason enough to run... far, and fast away it's implicit... i get it..really, i do... seems to me, i'm complicit you just beat me to the gun. still, we circle back, to that same, familiar place magnetism au fait... our means, to a banal complaint. will this dance ever end? .....consummate? or flounder, and flail should e'er we take the bait? sweet highs, as i'm sure you've heard, turn to sugar lows.... as resentment, takes root... feeds itself, and grows. could it be, that the flirt is the highest point of the arc? then, tumble we shall, from our momentary grace... back into the swill... back to the mind-numbing chill... ask yourself, "who'll take the chance?" i will....