#kacistraun

I lean back not to feel your breath on my face

I move away to give you space

Now you complain of being lonely

You speak of a sexual tension but

only you feel sexual &

only I feel tension

with a sneer you laugh and say

“Something’s gotta give,”

and it’s probably my back.

I could be like an artist if you’d let me

simple lines to build caricature

calculated lines to build architecture

I could be like an author if you’d let me

create a novel, chapter by chapter or short story

Stanzas compiled to build poetry

I could be like a journalist of you’d let me

documenting all research accumulated

share the truth of people berated and ill-fated

I would cover up the page staring blankly at you

perhaps in search of a rhyme you could not find

In lyric, stanza, chapter; prose of every kind

If you wish, your innermost thoughts

or words to share with the people you love most

A reminder of the things about them of which you boast

Yet what you deem mistakes I’ll not leave permanent

My limits are set by you but you, you are without limit