I need you to stand up
not in manliness
but in the soft strength
of your man-woman self
so I can stand freely in mine
and we can comfort each other.
I need you to grow up
and help me grow down
and find a way to know
that we travel together
to a place of not needing
even though we are so far from it,
and there is a sweet compelling flavour
to the need.
I need to know
that even when you don’t know what I’m talking about,
even when I don’t know what I’m talking about,
even when you don’t speak
or your words are meaningless to me,
somehow we still trust in where we have come from
and find pleasure in taking the next step,
crippled and whole,
limping and dancing.