Do you remember when we lay beside each other,
bodies warmed by darkness and our thoughts
all cloaked in silence?
You asked about my words, or lack thereof.
I gave you more but kept my core obscured
and smudged.  But now I see the selfish truth
you hid inside your question, buried deep
within the oak tree of your voice. You wished
that I would paint within your ear a scene
of love traversing roads and mountains just
for you.  You longed to hear of how I was
a tree with leaves grown just for you to tear.

Had I but used an auger, seen your core,
I would've said it all and more.  I was.