Thought bubbles escape like champagne-scented daydreams

If not caught firmly but gently between loving fingers,

Held knowingly by one who does not take captives but instead

Lures the unsuspecting into a state of pleasing acquiescence.

These are the words I spoke,

The promise I made to draw you in, heavily laced with unwitting expectation.

Why are you here?

What do you truly want from me?

I can offer nothing but bubbles and baubles and bubbly,

Precious and fleeting moments in time seared upon memory

Like a breathtaking sepia snapshot. 

Why are you here?

What did you think I would give you?

In my understanding of the world, you are just like me

Simply because we are all much like one another.

I feel the delicate skin of a small wrist freeze as syllables form,

Suspended in time until the moment I grasp both,

Thought bubbles bottled carefully, one by one.

The things I enjoy the most are those I do not ever set free,

Although I have learned those I love stay of their own volition. 

Why are you here?

What do you want from me?