Giving Chase

I speak, move, think
As quickly as Atalanta.
The question is:
Are you Meleager
Or Hippomenes?

Give up now on catching me.
All challengers are met, defeated,
And summarily dispatched.
Feat and feet alike avail you naught.
I am swifter than you,
My arrows are more piercing,
And your brand is burning.

But it seems to me
That you could drop
An adorable smirk
Or a well-placed truth
In my path, and I might
Slow down
To pick
It up.

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I wrote this for Kyle. Don't get the wrong idea; I write poems for everybody. Still, he is as cute as a box of puppies. . .