Folly exists in a night’s pleasure.
I count the days till moments in truth.
The ways I find surface to feel alive.
“Let me unbutton your cuff; may I help”?
Still I played an intoxicated game.
This is the power I know so well.
Childhood touches grab my spirit.
This was the cement carving my future.
Running as I looked for each bit of attention.
“Let me unbutton your cuff.”
My breath ached as I had been captured.
Our hands became what they are not.
I unbutton his shirt with my eyes.
He pulled down the front of my blouse.
Listening for what?
Who are you as we long become us?
Who am I, in my serious truth?
Let me unbutton you!
Let me see who you really are.
