your words
a wondrous pipe
a windy weapon
of pure persuasion

how they manage
to uncoil me
thoughtlessly
tantalized in your tune

moony-eyed fakir
you flout me
with your fairy flute

You think
I am only just
mesmerised

but when
I ****** my gaze
forward at you

I mean to ensnare
your soul
the way your silver tongue
has poisoned

mine.