Sinister

Do not leap into the lake. Do not wish for Sri Lanka. You will not get the half
of it
You claim to make the moon disappear, but I know it’s just your hand over my
eyes
I’m hip to the tricks of scientists
Do not make any sound that imitates travel, motorized or not
There is movement that makes more impact than you
You twist my cheek harshly, claiming it is love, and tell me life is Cupid
useful
Do not want more than the lump of me, more than you can put in your pocket
And defect with
Do not stand with your arms folded. They will not protect you as you puzzle
Trying desperately, to sort it out