Fingers rest on another set of keys hours away,
Younger years and different way here,
Bright overdrive gentle handle with all care,
Struggle fault and two inches above water,
Nothing needs to actually be fair,
Exchange of selfless gestures,
A way around such conventions.
Refusing to ask or answer why,
Some hooks fuse in the mouths they lay.

Only long along an act, not person thing or being about.
To long to have my own self recognised exposed and tender
Giving what she knows she never possessed,
Making me enough by allowing herself to risk,
Throwing all in our skin to this game,
Risk but earned by all we went through,
So often we yelled projection & undermine,
Yet a reflection of all we yearn and hold
Sacred inside locked up away is apt.
What a frame to bound this wayward boy.

She sits on top
And pulls my string
Harsh she is not
Yet important it seems
To hold back the repeat
Of haunting she carries
Background security playing all night
Still excited yet distant
Better now be her shots.