you keep telling me that
you are not trying to be
in love, yet your hand
holds mine in contempt of
your unshakeable truth,
your adamant reservation to
the alternative truth you are
living.
you keep telling me that
you are not trying to be
in love, yet your hand
holds mine in contempt of
your unshakeable truth,
your adamant reservation to
the alternative truth you are
living.
