You adapt, you reflect, you capture
me inside you, and I drink and I grow
from you, and I breathe
you in, unknowing how intoxicated I am.
You blush and you bristle and you bloom
under my touch and at my words,
and I glow, afraid to show
how joyful I am around you.
So I slobber and I bother and I bully and I blow
my chances by being a clod.
But somehow you don’t
see that, you just grow and bring me with you.
You just are, and let me be.