I've stacked all my secrets in
compartments in my mind
like library shelfs categorized.

Somehow you search the shelves,
knowing exactly where each story lies,
you call out words to mark the
bindings.

and then you write down everytime
which names will bring out each feeling. . .

so right to the point you stride.

cos you've got all fingers to press my buttons,
and all the keys to unlock my doors.
all the fire to erupt my laughter,
and all the static to raise my passions-
Every bit of me has a part of yours.