I watch the sun and wait.
As you approach my leaves unfurl.
Shall I spin some slippery sentiments that you’ll slide down my throat upon,
Or set a hair trigger trap to snap shut when you tickle my fancy?
Tempt you with a colorful object, dangling delectably, beckoning you down a one way street,
Or draw a bath of sweet nectar for you to sink into, leaving only bubbles behind?
I slowly digest each word you say, gorge on the giddy energy you give, swallow your smile whole.
Satiated, I turn my face to the sun again