By all measures you should offend me
shoulders square and high

Misconstrued conceit can reek, building blocked
resentment made, instead of celebrated

Life is largely flattery meeting flattery
insecurity filled voids

But you square circles, make miles in minutes,
defy dimensions, teach time

on a planet of people with irregular borders
(rectangles imagined) we are a balance board

when surfing on people, you touch some
in the pool, skin tactile, connect, affect, allure

You make me want to overcome polite contrivances
tell everyone what they offer:

You make me feel collapsible
I like your cocky disregard.