Musician, or magician? Fingers

dance along the arm of a partner.

If you’re making me put lipstick on,

isn’t it messy if we kiss? After all, both of us

are wearing it. Or perhaps you’d rather

teach me that it isn’t an issue?

My English teacher told me that love

was the basis of all literature, was the answer

to understanding all of it. What you’re

showing me is that you are the root of

my hesitation and acceptance, the basis

of understanding myself.

Another person the other day told me

that she thought we were just good friends.

Can I play that one out through this instrument,

too?

The soundbox, the lungs, they are incapable.

Teach me that your ears aren’t?

Certainly, your mouth has helped me know

things that

didn’t make sense to me before.