you say i feel too much
honey i want to feel your teeth
one by one the meat you’d
have left for me
and the balls of your feet
i feel too much as they knead
the scratches on my back
in our queen
with the little pillows
you could huddle obscene
when he was out of town
and i part the pages
with ears full of sand
to whisper
i’m sorry
that i feel too much
and i want to be your man.