what comes of not knowing you well enough yet--
stumbling right into the rough parts of you, you are not
ready to share and I can only apologize for the invasion--
always slightly off balance-- and really all I want
is to make you smile and your impulse to do the same
for me is so heartening-- I just wish that
I could land easier in your life, without the weight of
my body, my history, my reflexes pounding down all at once--
like if I could actually be gentle or modest or any
of those traits I ought to have, I wish I had-- and while
I trust your lack of judgment, I am aiming
past acauaintanceship-- the impatience of me,
how deeply I desire the next several steps with you--
I propel myself backward with the force of my blood.