Now you turn a
turvy orange
red

(and smirk as I notice)

as if I'm not
paying attention,

as if I'd dare
close my eyes and
miss a minute
of your madness,
your theatre.

You change like a flirt
and play like a child
like a god

and at the end of it
I swear I wouldn't
have missed a minute–

I wouldn't have missed

a thing.