she finds my weak spots,
she seeks out the places i'd like to hide;
she breaks the frames that hold
my emotions in even, brokered rows.
it isn't fear, she insists--
that isn't what she sees in me today.
it isn't base or sexual, either,
she announces, so stop worrying about that.
we are sitting in her kitchen
and her voice is in my ears,
in my heart and telling me
all the things i already know about you