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

like poison.


Just let me play awhile,

Let me sing this.

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