lust

well isn't this
a regular
jaw-breaker of a confession?:

you're that pin-point
but but but
(and as much as I loathe)
I look around and those
fairy lights
catch my eye.

perhaps if you could spoon-feed
me
but it's not in your nature

and it's decidedly
(and time-tested)
not in mine
to speak
or share
enough to be
the tangible

I thought we could live
in a world of inward
but
my leaping feline
requires elsewhere

and snags its prey
through my winking eye