what did you mean when you said it's destructive and you sank yourself right into me? i know you think you know, but you probably don't...

i was sprawled like the figure
of your grandmother's crucifix.
i'm sure my eyes were begging,
but innocence was far from our tongues.

we were children and i yearned
for some understanding i could call middle ground.
i thought of bell jars and blue owls.
now i lie; i was lost.

i was coated with a fear
that some creased digit could prove,
so i clung. i let it all ooze out
and i teased myself once again
as i claimed it was the politics of things.