flirting

Once, I thought I knew you in a dream.

I think you were a fish, a pretty crimson bream,

Or else a leaf that danced a sarabande

Madly on the breeze 

A picture of pure elegance

That gently taunted me.

I was a child

(the man has only lately hatched)

And in my vain effort

Not to hyperbolize,

Nor add unto that pantheon

That went its way awry,

I dared to fall like everyone before.

Oblique

Was my adulation,

And weak

Was my renegation

Of such a twee and tawdry nonsense

To which you just turn up your nose.

The little punk voice deep inside

Could squeak out only platitudes

Of the most preposterous kind.

Did it hurt - pray tell -

When you arrived from whence you came,

Whether descendant down from heaven

Or bursting up from hell?