Spark

I felt a spark. I didn't feel a spark.
You rescued me, abandoned me, ignored
And watched me closely, raised me, left me floored,
Kept me at home, amused me in the park,
And had me feeling rather like the shark:
Valued and feared. A great concerto scored
For ninety instruments, a fruit tea poured
For one, I am — where are we? In the dark.

You did an attitude: leg back, arms wide
To meet me with a delicate embrace,
Your true affection showing on your face,
Your secret longings set off to one side.
The open heart, the intellect you hide —
It's fire. Or something sweet, in any case.