You take a while
getting accustomed to.
Strange,
As familiar
As you are new.
Teasing. Throwing challenges
My way.
Daring me, gently
To get used to you.
I meet your eye;
Wonder
If I chose you, or
The converse is true.
Like black coffee,
Bitter chocolate,
And ungodly hours.
Tentativeness that
Melts into habit
Halfway
To eternal addiction.
Damned if I let you
Grow on me
Unfettered.
Damned if I don't.
Before I know it, you are
An acquired taste.
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
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