I've thought about it a good deal,
I’ve jumped from stone to stone thinking.
Come here, I mock gently, and you do,
but I turn away as easily as I have come.
The words come out like it’s neither
the first nor the last time they do.
I wonder with pure fascination
the way people decide that they want you.
Perhaps there must be an algorithm,
the mechanics of flow and energy
that presented to me, a lover,
that’s neither the first nor the last.