She thinks I am in love with you

I don’t know what she sees
Everything I do and dare
My glossy lips and bedhead hair
How I walk on air?

I don’t know what she hears
An old tape (in her head) stuck on play
International spies and hearsay
Listening to us sip cabernet?

I don’ t know her sources
We don’t share friends, clearly
Did you talk, Siri?
Does she read my poetry?

I sense how she may feel
I’m the best you ever had
I’m not angry, I’m mad
My moral compass isn’t bad

You think she knows you’re in love with me?

~Just L (May 22, 2018)