She calls me love, in a shouting way,

Is there love here?

Is she trying to convince me?

Is there any love left in me?

I ruined little love for her,

She brought me alive, in an erotic way,

Is there any life here?

Is she giving sounds and light?

Is there any reason left to fight?

I drank up some good bits of her,

She’s royalty where we met, seven ways,

Is there any escaping it,

Is she rock, paper, scissors, what?

Is there any escape for the doomed?

I watched her perform,

She ignores most of me, then teases my way,

Is there any lies we’ve refused?

Is she using me for lost joy?

Is there any home home to be found?

I loved her way of doing things,

Now we play and dance,

Speak and avoid,

Unfulfilled promises,

Insinuations and mango season,

I love what she lets me know.