The Atoll

Felix (cont.)
Have left me cold Ive never been enthused
About returning calls the morning next
I sense youre different that youd let me
Complete a sentence though predictable
And if by some chance bored with me you would
Just cup a hand on your mouth going to yawn
You would change subject not the boy in play
Angela
But I could never find you boring dear
Youre my first sentient living being apart
From Hector who is self appointed boss
Of all things coral island demigod
In making yet I cant help but love you
Your finest gestures deeds and mannerisms
Infatuate me deep within resonate