Chapter 44: Burdensome

Onerous in her elegance
The pretty bird does dance
From table to table
And cheek to check
As I sip long since cold tea
Admonishing what she must think of me
She greets with a peck
As I enjoy the dull
Throbbing in my mind
I put on a small flourish
As I put my mind to manipulation
Sly words lead to escalation
As she compares me to the boorish
Members of every other kind
Pretty bird singing
Not knowing she is my hand
As we progress beyond what I planned
Slow admission drags her in
As I ignore to entice
Masking my preferred vice
Offering another fortune
Pretty bird winging
Singing an onomatopoeic lullaby
To one who will never try
Seeking a new connection
Even in amiss perfection
Onerous in her elegance
The pretty bird choose to dance
Across my slow designed mine-field
With verdant thoughts I yield
To cocoa colored skin
From a parking garage we watch
Those who walk below botch
Every attempt to slay
And let the bird find her way
Into my chosen sin
Onerous in her elegance
The pretty bird sings with a glance