You’re too cold sometimes
Blinding me to the chances
You’ll ever give my soul
The gentle, warm-handed massage
It tends to want to need
But that may not be it
Or at least not all
What if there’s suffering
Involved in finding out
Is it worth our while
You need a person
And I need a horse
You’re wild and untamed
And I seem capable
Of fulfilling that role
Speaking of such
I admit I have a whip
But not that I use it
Except perhaps on me
When I find myself asking
Those same questions again
Should I stop it here
Although more often why
Would I not resolve this
Like I do other problems
Thing is this
I lose interest
And gain lethargy
In a cycle
Time is but a mediator.
villemél 