that thing you do.
That agitating thing,
that twistiness --
that draws me back for more.
You laugh!
Some things can't be explained.
For sure, because you don't know,
do you, any more than I.
Prickly thing, aren't you?
Ready to exact a toll,
not mean of spirit,
more an obligation --
a service, really.
Well, you were born ready.
Alert, all game.
Your moves are clear, in advance,
to masterful eyes.
Not mine.
Curiosity notwithstanding.
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