by Sharon Ramos 

 

Oh how joyous you cause my body to thrum

Thrumming, thrumming until I go numb

Though it is pleasant, the way you make me feel

Tickling me pink, leaving me to squeal with excitement

Bringing me back from a few hateful gazes

That it is not but something that I should pay

Any mind to, oh no, no no no

As your ways leave me to fight away from those days

Oh love, oh joy, oh rapture thee

Doth of what you may 

To keep me happy