These lines these words are coming home, coming home.  
Playful, light with nothing to forgive
Or do
Really

But this is real.
This is all my world now...
Are they for me are they for you?

Me I guess
But they may reach
You

I still lie. Words are so easy to lie with.

But to truth with words you first have to
Lie with them.
Love them
Have intimate surprising knowledge of them
(because intimacy is always surprising)

Is this what makes intimacy so scary for some?

In touching you
With words or eyes or soft nails between

We might touch off a sudden flash or crack
Of powder dry for years.