Was it not what you wanted?
To be there when you wanted
Moist to receive
On demand
By your leave
At your convenience?
Was that not what you asked?
Be at my call
When I need you
Then discretely fade
Away with the dawn
When I am done.
And the garden grew not.
Seed scattered
And left
Abandoned - job done
Disowned deposit
No gift to grow
In the first law of physics.
Force opposed
Equal. Opposite
As the yo-yo
Come hither
Then go
And the anger raged.
First outward at you
Then a pause
To reflect
Inward owning
You keep going back for more.
