Your eyes looked funny
They had a misplaced glow;
Like a dart that nearly hit the bulls eye-
But not quite.
Your nervous energy came off in waves
That wrecked my Richter scale:
You didn’t even have to clear your throat when
I was choking among the debris.
I knew your water would sweep away
My mud-what an erosion.
But they had another word for it-
It’s necessary to need
And okay to want-
But to desire