the said of unsaidness

 

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 . . .