I will be there for you but I am not yours
when day turning there
disappears
in stretch of needs folded
as rarely as your hands
that hold a book
carry a hoe
raise cup
lip
I will claim as my own not your lip
but its brushing my being there
eyes closed folded in your arms
I will be there for you
But I am not yours
When day turning
there disappears
in stretch of needs folded
as rarely
as your hands
that hold a book
carry a hoe
raise cup
lip
I will not claim as my own
your lip
but its brushing
my being there
eyes closed
folded in your arms
claims itself
for keeps
for a long time