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for you.
When people ask the typical questions
They receive the programmed answers.
Keep it light, keep it easy
Above all else, casual and nonchalant
But behind the closed wooden doors of these
Brown oak eyes
blinking - peek-a-boo - blinking
Lies the counterpart to my apparent indifference
The way you always trickle into
my meandering stream of thought
Bringing steady, warm sunlight into
the grey, hesitant skies
How readily I command the soldiers
to lay down their weapons
As my head drops with my guard
onto your shoulder
After so many disappointments, false advertising
There remains some lingering uncertainty
This deal just seems too good to be true
And this defense mechanism keeps my hand
from signing the dotted line
No one sees how the one who's always so
on-the-go, free-floating, on her own
Needs occasional reassurance
Craves such a warm gentle touch
They don't feel the tension evaporate
when your steady, patient vibrations
Calm my sometimes erratic, turbulent waves
And though I'm still a walking contradiction
I no longer feel the stubborn resistance
Let's just push it all away, but this time
I won't shut the door until you're next to me
Because this fireplace,
burning dead, dry wood
And these blankets,
bought from a department store, wrapped in plastic
Are not what's going to keep me warm.
