intrigue

intrigue is just like dopamine
to rip us raw and run us clean;
and she intrigued me to no end,
my mind all speeding ’round the bend

she stood in and looked at me in state,
my heart’s resistance grew fatigued;
for i have patience, most the time –
but can’t stand still when I’m
intrigued

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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