ground (me)

like kite and string,

i thought if i

figured you out

i'd figure out

how to gravitate

around you

 

how you could

ground me

 

it must be all the joking

it must be

bc what else explains

this eager uncertainty?

this wonder?

 

will you let me

hold onto you?

grab your arm

and squeal,

hide behind you?

 

are you going to

let me hide?

 

or will you hold me?

somehow, that's more

possible

but i can't seem

to picture it

 

guess you'll have to

make me

 

what will i be

when i finally meet you?

what version of me

are you going to

bring out?

 

it's interesting

 

are we going to

keep joking?

 

or will we take it

too far?