Ass, or Of You and Me

Love looks me right in the face, says
"Yes, dear"
And waits for me to shut up
About myself, about pain and landmines and
The steps one takes from one end of this life to the other.



It shows me patience, shows my better self the way using my own
Idiocies as an example
Being kind enough not to rub it in my face when I don't recognize myself
In the darkness
It calls out to me, stretches me in silence.


Love agrees that it's hard. Wonders why we make it harder.
Waits for me to get it. Really, get it. I
Get it. Don't, don't forget it. 


Love wanting me
To bare my self, give a little more, ask a little less,
Stop calling it by the wrong names.