to be fair, when i leapt across the room
& pulled you from the chair
i presumed some fantasy where you & i
were undiscovered literary lovers but
you were nothing like a poem: if
i removed the words
you keep curled in your fist,
if i kissed yr wrists to loose your grip,
i won't know what you are - yr bizarre,
absurd without the text that makes you strong,
that makes you sexed.