These quirks and foibles
are not due to romanticism —
that hurdy-gurdy belief
that there is only one person
in a sea of billions
for every other person.

So if you want me to be romantic,
	be patient,
and tell me
		your inner heart,
		your secret desires.

Because I am the evening air
and the only way to capture me
is to breathe me in deep
and let me capture you —
	or else,
I shall slip away. . .