ema·jean

you came to be
like queen bee
to sting, maybe
did i try
to not see

seasons have seamed
soaked in salty seas
like nothing
there's to see

am i seeing

i see lightning
i trust the strinking
there's nothing
i am dicing

am i believing

chasing gazings
mesmerizing glancings
up chin, all charming
in all my peekings

am i stealing

willing or twiddling
tossing n turning
venomous moaning
dramatizing my existing

are we staying

-
no
there are these
-

envy i see
never please nor cease
leased with fees
appease their cheese

stressing n fussing
oppressed by sining
following shadowing
wherever i’m going

treasure of displeasure
like acquired desire
lies disguised
as esquire
a leisure attire ?

- sago