Too earnestly I asked “How do you feel?
Describe what’s in your mind. Define your need.”
It seemed so logical – I would appeal
as if my darling’s answer was the seed
that nourished by exposure would mature,
enriching us for empathy and choice.
I said “There are no words I can’t endure”
and begged my love to give the truth a voice.

I sought an answer more than once, and will
be seeking it from anyone I love.
But now I start to understand the fact
that blurting it directly’s like a drill,
and hammering with it is like a shove,
and no one willing answers when attacked.

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