My path of least resistance is of late
a freeway to romantic fantasy.
Imagining the way we’ll punctuate
this talk is irresistible to me.
Continuing our dialogue in mind
the while I walk or work or rest or rush,
I find I think of little else, inclined
to smile of a sudden, and to blush.

It seems you’ve leased a chamber in my heart,
and soon you’ll understand I don’t evict.
You’re moving in my head now. There’s a part
of wonder – stay! – I say, my only strict
requirement, the privilege I implore,
is ask and answer: Talk to me some more.