TRUSTEE

TRUSTEE
7/23/96

Waiting for the shoe to drop
The sentence
The becoming what you are
In my eyes
I can’t let you suckle from my loneliness
No more victims
Antithesis to our needs
Is the talking
And I am so afraid you are faking
In my mind I want to tango
And dance so hard we step in each others’ shoes
While we embrace
Then I can hold you
Clutch you in trust
Be my companion
Because I trust that you can hold me just the same
In trust
Bailee of our passions
Each to the other
As if they were our own
I want to trust they are