Sporadic Spat

I always enjoy 

The sporadic spat with you. 

Your doe-like eyes 

Keep their views, 

My eyes drawl to witness beauty.

Your pink lips try 

To dominate 

And my lips dream 

Of touching those ethereal creations.

When my unruly 

Heartbeats poke me 

To proffer you my love, 

You vanish 

And I return from the land of nod.