Scream Or Whisper, You'Re Still Lazy Poem by Delilah Miller

If that's the way I like it,
that's the attitude I'll work it with.
I like to dance
and I'll make you move with me.
It's that simple and
you
are
that
mystified.

How long?
How much longer do I have to circle around,
while you lean in doorways
and insist women are a enigma?
No, puzzles are pieced together;
you
will
have
me
waiting
forever.

You must be hungry,
your ego is growling at me.
That door frame,
it will always carry you better.
My softest kiss and timeliest efforts
shouldn't have to be spoken.
I'm
reminding
you
of
gilded
tokens.

I mean, I was.
You're still lazy.