Were I persuasive I’d roll you between
My thumb and forefinger until pliable
But you exhaust now my ingenuity.
I am too distracted to seduce
But you will not yield without courtship,
My heart is not such that I can reach in
Whenever I please and extract wholly
You’ve taken so much from me already
If I did not love you would I remain
Poised for your triumphant return?