snail like

You are my
Casing

You know me
Belly button out
And still miss some
Important bits so
We can sit and pull streams of
Words out our mouths
Like magicians flags on
And on 'til we choke

My Clown.
Our tango is clumsy
Too full of passion and shouting
In awkward
Ways and too leaning - now
We fall this way
Now that but.
But ( if you look
At the dream visions
We paint with our feet,
Incidentally)

And i have too
Much flesh and you have
Too much
Voice and it
Is only when i am so scared
I am made small
(Snail like) and i let
Your hands cover me.

And your voice mend me.

And i realise that you
Are my casing.