If you were wondering whether you have power over me
You do
If you were wondering why I let you
Me too
When the shuffle of your Nikes
Like the opening drum of a top Forty
Familiar at the first beat
Triggers an arrhythmia
From 110/65 to 150/95
I wonder
When the shift of a foot
Or a hand
Like a diplomatic offering
In no-man’s land
Stretches or reaches in my general direction
I wonder
When I cradle my head
In the soft, pillow of security
That emerges from retreat
From you and me and from
Flushed pink
Shaking, restless uncertain
Pictures of
What could and what never can be
I wonder
Why I come back to you
Do you?