I've enjoyed the nights sharing these dances
when it feels like we're on common ground
and, despite my inartful advances,
you delight in my being around.
I'm aware coaxing me to effusive
can be like squeezing blood from a stone.
So I'm grateful you're not so elusive,
since I'm so used to going alone.
But it feels like I've been the prime mover,
and you don't take me all the way home,
so before I decide to head over,
I would need you to want me to come.
After somewhat illusive romances,
I want one where my lover resounds.