With you I need new ways of knowing
Myself, the world;
Your nonchalance is uncalculated
Unlike most I've known.
You hold me at arm's length/
You hold me close.
Your long hands entangle me.
You want to keep your distance,
Yet you take me out of the midst of nightmares
To fold me in your arms.
And I will believe what you told me.
And I will believe it in the moments I am hearing it
But I must believe it in the moments
When you turn from me.
And I must believe it
Even hampered by
My injured memory
And my tragic