All of this togetherness... I'm here for it! But I'm here for everything.
It's a kind of game, a dance: Giving space and making space When you're confined together in What's meant to be a loving place And so, to keep it loving, you Must make each move with special care, And be there for the ones you love, Although they are all here, Not there
She said, "Come play a game with me."
So down to play we sat,
Absorbed in competition, like
Two wrestlers on the mat.
And love is rarely competition --
More a relay race --
But sometimes, what it needs is for
Someone to lose