ambrosia

i buy you
over
and over
and over
again.

i use you.
admittedly,
you're quite
nice.

i come
for happy hour;
i come
when full price.
i come on holidays;
i come on weeknights.

i come
to see you,
to kiss you,
to embrace you.

you would rather
look over me,
miss me,
release me,
tease me
relentlessly;
steal every penny
and dollars many.

but your finger tracing
is so heart racing.

all you need is to insist,
and i fail to resist;
and when you dangle those lips,
i'd be a fool not to sip.