What becomes me?
What thoughts anchor my mind?
Anchor me to who you are?
These things:
you bob,
and dip,
and swing your arms,
and be still,
and nod,
and can pretend seriousness.
All see-able things—all witness-able.
And things that affect me:
you dis-inhibit me,
and are uninhibited with me,
and you coax out the frailty in me,
and you encourage my admission of fear,
and you make me feel a better person,
and sometimes, I am overwhelmed with love for you.
And you expose my inabilities:
to cope with some things,
to deal with some things,
to accommodate some things,
to face some things,
to know of some things.
And with these, I need your arm-swinging, and loving simplicity—and with them I can conquer myself for you.
