It has no shape, no color, no smell,
It comes and goes without any invitation,
An elusive, tingling sensation.
I can’t touch it, I can’t see it neither smell it,
Though I know its presence,
I tried ignoring it, but let’s face it: that does not help.
So what can I do with you frustration?
Do I stick my tongue to you? Do I try to smile?
How could I melt these unsettling feelings inside me,
What you brought to me this late evening hour.