when you read the poem
entitled "eternal enemies"
and you force me to sit
under a tree - know that is
not us: i know us and us
would be in a nest, your legs
over mine: your twenty
questions: "do you want
never mind i will decide"
i like it when you decide
my brain stops: and i can
cuddle and be me and no
one else - can make me
feel
that
