I haven't got sense.
No sense for you.
In coming and leaving.
in exchanges
the norms.
social behaviors.
I play dumb.

While I want you touch me.
Why do I want you to
touch
me?

I plan the
subtle bend of
my waist
[where's your glance?]
i wait
like the kind of wait
that never stops.

You're the end of my wait
that never stops.

You're so beautiful.

and I'm so fragile.
I'm so cracked
and old
and vulnerable.

I watch the bend of your glance
the corner of your eye.

I watch your wrist
bend
as it waves goodbye.

I haven't got sense at all.