flooded with satisfaction, quiet calm, tender tension.
succulent surrender,
jaded innocence making me light and forgetful.
I know why you're here, I know why you came.
I see what it is that sings me your name,
at night, in the day when I should swing away;
you call.

strength stretches out when I thought there was none,
when they said it was gone,
when they stepped on my words of reassuring resistance.
out, through the middle, between their points of disarray,
a strange-yawning smiling tantrum shakes me awake!
tremulous and tedious, willing to have it taken,
knowing it will return, like a wave,
only bigger this time as the amorous tide falls for the moon,
crooning praise and longing to its love.
padded and forceful, fundamentally flawed in its irrational repetition,

that is my fate,
that is my functional dysfunction:
to love you.