I acknowledge
that life is not this
certain,
but needs
certain balance.

So, the introvert
comes out to play,
quick witted word games,
flowing faster
than a rapper’s
lyrics.

I am spitting wisdom
and she hears it.
The reapers beating
bares repeating
cause he is seeding
deep desire.

Larcenous lust,
pushing to touch,
so intrusive,

but I am consumed,
and engaged,
as I parlay
what we say
in conversation,
exchange said thoughts
for something caught
in my poetry.