I can put my hands on you
and know just what you need.
This is all I know
of honesty.
This is all I
have known of me.
Should this be the only moment
you spend with these words of mine
I'll have to trust I'm good enough
to curl around your spine.
To cling to your bones, just aching-
begging for you to move because
I can't take it or wish there could be
something more than there was.
I feel a passing stranger
more than I can feel myself.
Maybe if I keep sinking in
I'll feel enough to find myself.
Maybe seems so far away
but it's what I know of honesty.
And so I fear this may be
all I'll ever know of me.