Train passing overhead - train of thought - overwhelmed
the way you flick my stray strands of hair
the way you brush against, then pull away
fickle, flickering flame that I'm nurturing
when I'm not tense, not worried
only shivering because of your nails against my sides
the vaulted ceiling, the cave-like feeling
and then slowly emerging
the way you...
Oh, I don't wear that smile for nothing
and your hands do the mending.

I did not want to be difficult
did not want to pull back and question
I know now that I want you right there
and the hole, that dreaded blackness that I used to revel in
is replaced by a more tangible longing
Since that night when Joni and Kate and Syd said it
Lou and Marc and Neil said it
since that night when I locked the old hurt away
I've really liked your hands on me.