wherever there is a place for you
to rest, to weep, to jerk off
in the middle of the night, or
to get to sleep, I will do everything
I can to make the bed after you are done
to draw your bath, to tend your shoes
at the door. you probably do not know
how much I monitor your moods,
your anxieties, your wishes. I want
those too, sweet and sultry, in the depth
of the dark when you cannot admit what
you want. you can, to me. I won’t judge.
I won’t wish you to be other than what you are.
come. come again. come to me and let’s do
something entirely new. neither of us can
even comprehend it now. we are living
into it, making it up, all we have is raw
dough. make it with me. we can be something
else. who do you want to be? I’ll be
someone else, too. I’ll be new. I’ll be
ready to receive you.
