Your mystery
Sweeps me along the seven seas
It puts the sweet pea
In my stormy cupa tea

It's the sudoku with a morning coffee
My late night indulgent before some sleep
The pur that charms my inner creep

I long to unveil covered eyes
Grab a shovel to see what lies
beneath the sheath of a curved guise

Run and hide,
Rouse the curiosity of a demented mind
You — I will find
These feelings are misaligned
Dazed suitors are declined

My tunnel vision swoops in on the blind

© JKeMac