To please you
My not quite lover,
I twist and bend
Until this nothing
That binds me to you
Becomes something
Familiar to us both
— that same nothing
that is held between
our clasping hands,
the lull between
the beats of the song
you sang for me.
You swore to me
the air between
our promises,
the gasps that link
our tears.
That same nothing–
Familiar to us both–
Becomes something
That binds me to you.
Til then, this nothing,
I twist and bend,
My not quite lover,
To please you.