This isn’t a game I play
a connection to you brings it out this way
it’s sorta like your identity
or whatever brings it out in me
and though I may indulge myself
I’d like to indulge someone else
I haven’t always been so free
if my indulgence affronts, then
please, pardon me
but if you see, that these words make
something like birthday cake
I’m not hiding behind a disguise
and these are puppy-dog eyes
for whatever offense I truly am sorry
I keep getting asked if we are talking, are we?