It’s a ruse.
I can hear it –
Forced inflection,
Giddy words infused with air
Until they’re skin’s so taut it pops.
My heart sinks.
Yes, I knew it,
Predicted well.
I have something you do not.
If I share it? If I share it…
I partake.
I succumb to you
In desperate need
Pulled back to childhood again
To lonesome, shocking novelty.
Satisfied
You amble on,
Your belly full,
The sweetness undulates but
You don’t turn back – discarded ruse.
I count them,
Separate them –
A useless task
As silly as quicksilver beads
which fill nothing of the hollows.
I forget
For just a flash
And laugh with you
Until it ebbs forth – sticky,
Discolored, opaque. It rings false.
You have tainted this fountain.
