i hate not
understanding everything
about
what you
do.

i feel the need to understand why
you let your right foot tick
while you keep your left foot
so perfectly
still.

why you watch me
hug my knees instead of
letting the ropes of your arms
hug around my chest.

why you kiss my lips
when my forehead
gleams.

why you hold my thighs
when my hands
are so far apart
and lonely
when my thighs are almost
always
together.

i hate not understanding
everything about what
you
do.