The Telling Place
Don’t say, or do, or move,
don't mess with my wanting you
This pulsing place is undeniable but you are unreal
And I want to tell the truth
Be still when I speak, I’m trying
To get back into the telling place
Keeping this alive is not about you.
It’s all about me, and this:
How to grow love
How to be in it
Don’t be more and don’t be less-
You give me this place by doing nothing.
Considering how wrong you are
For me, it should be easy to tame
This mistake. Because of how little
you resemble what I need,
You should slide through me
Just let me play awhile,
Let me sing this.