Feelings are sweet
Like tea and coffee
Often, the conversation is candid
But, thought of you thinking about me
Is really sweet
Is this fact, or acrimony
I love you as you do
As you like it
Is the thought of you interrupting my voracious reading
I find fiction fascinating when the thesis is real
Of lustrous lubrication of the primal instinct
That's why I think conversation flows
If you talk to people
And I'm among those people
In me, there's a crowd lurking beyond a social discomfort