“Pick me up and turn me ‘round”
—Talking Heads, ‘This Must Be the Place (Naive Melody)’
I told her my story
As I was always trying to do, while
I pleased others, and she didn’t
Quiz me once, as she wanted
To know me, or at least
For me to connect. And so there was no question
Of roles or resentment. And afterwards
We shared and pleased each other
More and more so very
Wonderfully, as was our joyous
Duty with freedom, gratitude
Love and we speak
Of nothing important anymore, only pleasing
And pleasing and pleasing
And pleasing each other again
And again and again and again and we also laugh considerably.
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