I adore all of your metaphors
The quiver of your lip
Your pronunciation of the little words
Your occasional Freudian slip
I’m vulnerable to your parenthesis
Your underlined content
The illusion of intrusion
Where every minute’s spent
It’s indicative of your movements
Your pantomime express
The solution to pollution
Under meaningful duress
The creation of the nothing void
Which takes time to digest
But every stare you’ve given me
Makes me believe you’re unimpressed