Poem 18 (41) -- I do

Mikka Mi Amor                 Bones Kendall

I do
Not want to crawl into your bed.
I want to climb into your head.
Not because I’d get to look back at me,
But because there’s so much to see.
I’d spend endless fascinating hours
In countless nooks and secret bowers,
Wondering why you do the things you do,
Trying to guess what’s a lie and what’s true.
I'm dying to know what you think about–
When you’re sure and when you have doubt.
I’d be happy if I could only discern
What it is that makes you yearn.
But how can I fit into so small a space?
It’s not possible…unless I'm already there.

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