Guilty Pleasure

Of what use are my words for you If they fail to reach your ears My poetry is my refuge Now you’re turning into one too Why do you offer familiarity? Aren't you sensible of what it can do to me? Thy guilt was stark naked behind those smiles Who are you trying to impress, my love? Please return me that letter of mine Which was treasured by your eyes Read by your lips Touched by your hands And perfumed by thy contact Tapping on my back to get my attention Your hands advancing for my brush Whom shall I blame for the delicacy of this heart? You must muster second thoughts Before attacking my realms (again)