sexuality is just like the bark on the tree
you're thinking verb
while I'm thinking noun
I came so far with this
as if memory is my burden
go ahead hurt me with details
for I love hearing your voice
oh there was a last time
and I made that memory into a locked door
you want me to tell you everything
I don't know that much and I know better
if I had a dime for every time
I'd be a clock-face in other peoples' eyes
it is as if she died in my arms
with every emotional question
left unanswered
so where are you off to
take me there if I have never been
I want to believe what you are saying
but only as a bedtime story to sleep on
you make more sense
than I have a capacity to trust
I bet you don't
is a dare I so want to watch
and lastly, this means I care too much
to face the consequences
that could come . . .
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