You teach your numbers, you read your words
You reiterate when nothing is heard,
A tender intimacy fills the room as you stroll with modesty
A charming chuckle exits your mouth as you fault, as you fault, as you fault
But as you fault, you always seem to do the strangest thing
You endure self confidence
But what if I fault? What if I have no confidence? Who do I go to? Do I go to you? How do I approach you?
With emotion, affection or hostel, vigorous?
Do I look you in your eyes so you know I’m significant?
What body junctures should I present to you?
We’re face to face; you lean down to be attentive
“I’m being bullied”
Your eyes filled with doubt or maybe hilarity
You gently push me to the door with a charming chuckle
Oh that charming chuckle
WHO DO I GO TO ….NOW.