you could be perfect but soon I’ll hate you

you’re on my mind
sweet morsel
when I wake
before my eyes open
pressing every centre
from my thoughts for today
a rude aside

a potent seductive glimpse
a sordid eternal recurrence
unwelcomed and
essentially concealed
beyond a blinding flash

inevitably dethroned by
the next come-hither look
slapped onto
a further resounding echo

you’re in my mind
sweet morsel
going sour
and I’m moving out

//ends