Babe to and for taste, these sights of me Throwing depth to the shadows of presumption Bullying my lane with orders of affirmation; "They always feel as I do" lightens empathy to tooling Of the dusky throat that has you not yourself right now Begging against a leash from the floor to understand the equity To wit, to pleasure, to a boxed-in case of shuddering testimonial Come near me in smiling surrender; fearing the waves But willing to practice the language of destiny's pulling Me from my hiding places and fitted confessionals More than bits of this, whom, their, that is who Is quite the blessing within privilege of inscrutable crushes Dissembling and unpacking hesitance Via compassion, suggestiveness, and mischief Using any embrace to gin up forever When their breath tastes like summer One can safely presume bygones are healthier Than any phobia can elide; slow touching and supported blazes Docking the realm with its dreams; let's go overbroad with hope Have the world never trust itself without us Water is wetter Without rulers or prayer Authenticity is theatre forestalling courage, Please run in freedom from the altar to the sea As all with hearts deserve a soul moored in a future