You Keep Me

 

I reap the praises from your lips,

those insouciant linens that

manacle the stutters in my love

(verbose monologues grazing inwarder

and inwarder until they break the meekest

streak of poise).

 

‘I keep you.’

 

Your tender spins the shell of the shell, envelops

the shivering shoulders of possible incompetence, my

constant inclination.

 

All you say, you say

you said to keep me

for me despite me.