vacillate

im just here,
placidly skimming the tips of my toes in circular directions on your chest.

no.

absent mindedly stringing myself up as drying pearls that you
possibly. well it was never going to be a question of never
but a question of when.
[dont ever sing it to me]
dont you sing it to me
but you sang it to me.

fingers on lips, then sticky taped lips down, then electric tape,
then it was just another voice beating on inside of me.
(i wont ever let me say it)

sometimes maybe, perhaps,
i wish it were more...

basis for complaint is compliance
how much?
how long? and what else did you lose in the tumble?

my stones are nearly smooth, they are just slightly cracked, waning, my stones are nearly smooth, give me a little time.

skin on skin, devoid reflection in your glass beads of breaking

innocence, it was never with an act, it was with a betrayal,
jump how high
swim how long
say what now when.

a caricature of myself at your feet and begging.
vacillate obligatory responses. tenderness is bottledness.
a vintage of your, our, we when me you i
know.