The Coming

You come

You always come

When I shampoo my head

Waters streaming down

The drain…

You come

You take me unarmed

When I sit on the garden wall

Gazing gaping at

Colluding squirrels on

Coconut trees.

You come

Trying to catch those

Bushy tails

And prance right

Under my eyes

Sly fox! Coy lover,

Muse, you come,

You always do.

Ah! you know when

I am unarmed.

Hidden behind those lilac

Curtains,

The space your living

A mirage,

You come.

If only windows

Had tongues!

Your evasive elusive

Tiptoes feed my mind,

My eyes, and

I gaze more and more

And more wide

And you still come

You always come

As you do

On rainy nights

Those pearl drops clinging

Sliding down electric wires

You gurgle at them

Cooing, counting,

You come in drops-tasting.

You come. 

Note: I address Poetry/Words in this poem. It is all about how poetry entices me.