Your blue shoes
 with squat, square knob heels
Your calves
The backs of your thighs
Your denim jacket
The sheer waves of your brunette hair
Your over-the-shoulder glance
Your upturned nose
Your chortle
Your shepherding your dog past

Whenever you gaze at me
 I don’t show it,
 but my clear lake ripples
I yearn for you
 but hold back
 and secretly I scheme
If I could make you see
 how lovely you are
 then you might become foolish
 enough to kiss me
I could turn you into a Narcisa,
 the way we fondly gaze
 at one another,
 and then hold you fast
I honestly reveal your beauty,
 but on closer inspection
 you realize my cheap amalgam
I confess there are others
 whose prettiness I’ve winked at
You feel betrayed by your vanity
I'm stunned by your ravishing exit
The bounty of your presence was always true
I remain, a picture of hollowness,
 my silver tongue calling after you
 only to be tantalized by echoes
 of remembrance 

My love might seem a dot,
 a jot to stop and end on
Up close you’ll note a dote,
 a boat to float a dream on

You tantalized me with
 the tickles of your tendrils
I delighted in watching you
 traverse my entire surface
It was a bit rude
 and there was some pain
 when you took the first bite,
 my complexion blemished
Now, you are simply inside me
 I blink as you consume my very insides
 I feel faint and you turn me mushy
 It hurts and I feel like I’m losing myself
  a little bit at a time
At times, I wish you would stop
 gnawing away at me
I accept, with my heterozygosity,
 that my children would be bound
 to have crabby dispositions
As I wonder if anything will be left of me,
 a secret thrill quivers at my core:
 I envision your searching mandibles
 encircling the tip of my seed,
 devouring me completely