Lately I am fascinated by
the concept of give and take.
Like you fit me here, and
I am enveloped by you there.

Enraptured by the fragility of taking.
Reach in and grab my
handfuls. Leave you shaking.
Your chest heaving the weight
of exhaustion
up and down.

A levy system. Checks and
balances. Occupying the occurrences
of big spoon and little.
Who's entitled to warmth tonight?

I am fascinated by blunders. If I cry
facing away from you, am I really
crying at all?