i think of your hand
winding back clock-like
spring loaded
to connect with my cheek
like a gong
as if the only thing that was struck
was twelve
the reason
i can love you now
is because i am taller
i could take your throat
in my hand
if it came to that
i can love you now
is because i am taller
i could take your throat
in my hand
if it came to that