Stare the stare and the glaze is near, move the root and the weight is there - Kiss, don’t tell and it’s all going swell - You’re flaming heart is always a dare, I punish you by giving the stare.

I move into you with full brutal force, I close up when you say it’s been hours of talk. I need to feel satisfied before I think, you don’t even mean what you just did.

By giving me all the attention I seek, you always know how to speak. You learn and you go, and you travel to learn again - But this time I mean it - It was just not mentioned then.

I see you when I speak, I tolerate your thoughts. I adore the humbug you make out of nothing. Thank you for knowing me better than yourself, this is the real stare I meant to fit with that glaze.