And in this space that's left,
I see a face; I need a demonstration --
I take out the language that's pull and release the leg;
the same person that's responsive and waiting,
the same version that's purpose and chair (mentioned).
I find a fake version of this chance,
myself miss, and double back, wanting more --
feeding a change; needing foundation
pressure on the self, and needing hips that stay
(a wild language, a place I can own)...