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.