I see you coming for it

Your hand sneaking

You think you are sly

The way you tuck it gently

Without a rustle

Into my bag of delight.

Just a taste, you think

As the golden treasure is revealed

And you put its salty goodness

To your mouth.

You think I didn’t see it

And this amuses me

That you would partake of what is mine

Without asking, knowing

I’d give it to you

Begrudgingly

But only because I like you.