I know where you want those
soft legs to take you
But I’ve no idea what you need to hear
once they’re wrapped around me
I know when the weight in your eyes
begins imparting greater gravity
between your thighs
But I haven’t the faintest as to who
left you alone enough to fall
in my general vicinity
I know what the way you half-glance
in my direction means
But I’m clueless as to why you began
fantasizing about me in the first place
I know how to make your cold engine
purr like new, even as I roughly shift gears
But I am at a loss for understanding
just where it is I’m supposed to park you
in the end
I know why you carefully share
certain things while you’re beyond open
with all of the others
But I’m ignorant of when the next
inaudible plea for my intimate attention
will come
I know who you’re desperately
pretending to be for the sake of stability
But I honestly don’t know how
the muted longing that’s
(far-from-figuratively) inside of you
is going to handle said silence…
now that you know
that I know
of its existence
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