would come see me


between the men she lived with


tried to get to marry

& I was once a candidate

but I wouldn’t commit

not through badness or malice


more that she could not commit


being a watcher observer

passive in life’s sketches

she could not walk along with me

where I wanted passion

involvement intensity

she had distance

some refusal to go all the way

be in the moment

but she had this thing she did

there in the bedroom

made me open the door

let her in everytime


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