What You Do

Lovers smiles, electric feel
no one knows what’s behind the wood.
Flesh on skin, blood that gurgles
moths followed by sabre tooths
with nothing to calm.

A step towards confidence
and a step from who you are
call my Libby or something else
just not what you said to me

Do I make your jaw clench when I talk
or even say your name?
I make you dinner and all the right noises
to ask you to believe
adventured was never within in me
but always in you.

New positions, less comfort
all for you to get yours
they say love makes you do thing
but who are they?
They know too much
and know they’re right.

Can love survive when one heart is in it
and only one hand,
two eyes that are closed
and lips without sensation.

I need you more than this
I want a think I deserve it
I’m waiting for something I know won’t come
So I’ll wait outside your door.