Feelings?

Feelings feelings
Everyone talks
About them.

My gut knots
Like an intractable
Scout's rope,
Digesting biliously
What I feel
When you walk by
Swaggering
Content
In your syrupy
Moral universe.

Why must I be bound
To your hard heart
Your tight-shut world
Why must you
Be my closest comrade
And still draw your spear
At my 'frailty'.
I am a girl
You are boy
And we play dominoes.

Not house.

I have another for that.