what does it say about you —
that you turn sore, heavy bones into ones that burn to dance;
that you pull words from a tied tongue mouth with the ease and thoughtlessness of one breath to the next;
that you coax the best drawings from unpracticed, insecure hands by the existence of your own worlds and the words you paint them in;  
what your smile elicits mine without effort, want or knowledge, every time?
what does it say about me?