Figures

If you are trying to figure me out,

Please don’t.

Figures are to be measured,

And love is to be treasured,

Because the black armless boy,

Begs to differ,

And wants love,

In terms of figures.

But you try,

Still try to figure me out,

And shoo away the boy,

Staring at you,

With his hungry brown eyes,

Across the window,

Of your black spotless Limo.