Chemistry

I hiccup by the second

When I spy your brown eye

Appraising with a smile

At my yapping lips asunder

I wake up from the reverie

Nudge my butt a fraction

Of an inch in your way

Don’t you say, would you

Melt to a puddle on the Eve

Of the bobbing of my Adam’s apple

Glop! Glop!

Down it goes

Nervous gulp, did she not

See the way I slipped

Further by the minute

Into the jungle of

Lost dreams, singing hymns

Lost in the ticking of the clock

Time to go

Tic Toc! Tic Toc!