You have a direct connect,
a genius contract
of importance with me.

I don't know if you realize it
yet, but each push and pull
tango you involve me in,
whirls me around and around
and I get lost in all that there is
of you
and of me
but not of us.

You're such a tease,
laughing
as you pull away
cause you're too
scared
to get
attached
to someone else
when you don't even know
how you feel about
yourself
just yet.

I wonder if you know
that I will not wait for you
will not bait you
into jealousy intentionally
and will not become jealous
of all the others
as long as you don't leave me.

And even with all the advice
of good friends,
who know better
rattling in my brain,
and a bad taste left in me,
after spending another night
like a fly around you watching
you find a dozen people
you could and do want
more than you would
ever want me,
the filthy virgin,
who you're afraid to touch
or be near to for far too long,
though I don't know why.

Even with all that,
I will not stay away,
and I will not close off,
and I will not say no,
but I will not wait for you
to make up your mind.