drafted's actuality

she's one of the things you gotta try
like a jogger's high or
a nihil's sigh

she's as pretty as the moment suggests
relative only to a heart that jests
and jives

jump start kicks in and you're
empassioned, drawing eyes
on your mind's machinery--

puncturing holes in your
deficiency so that it could
say the words

"I love you,"

which is really--

(well, I won't draft
the drafted's actuallity)

"I love you!"