You are telling me
what is missing…
It is nothing new,
just the beginning
of a conversation
women have wanted
to have with men
since God knows when…
–I don’t defend myself, just listen,
holding you, till you
begin to cry…
Sometimes it is better
to just hold steady
& make rhythmic
soundings
deep in the chest
For I want to be
the harbor buoy
meeting you
when you sail off
& come back in