Ends when that’s the least you want.
Comes to you when you are amidst a crowd,
Gallops away when you want it around.
It comes with a jolt and goes with a pause,
It’s finicky as a shot and calm as if you’re stoned,
It’s rough to your heart, but soothens your soul.
Takes up what you’ve got.
Sorts it out!
It’s out there, in the open
And closest for the close…
Steamy when you are full.
When I don’t even know what’s up!
Perhaps to mock the condition
And steal this happy laugh
Never mind the last stanza
Indulgence costs me enough…