quest-ion-marks

So.   Easily.          Lead. You're a like child. It seems obscene... Perverse. Cruelty to you slides off my tongue without second thought. I feel like a cat batting a gormless child for sitting too close, petting too hard. You make me feel entirely dominant. Are you passive to my barbs or ignorant? So I wonder. What would it be like if I found  I   wasn't. You're stronger than I am. Go on,     Reach across        touch my cheek Pull me in close How far will I let you go? would it still be up to me? Maybe I'm easily lead, maybe I'll feel my body sink into yours. Maybe it's just that easy. Who knows, illusions are bubbles easily

God, I just don't know. You're on the other side. There's all the things that make each of us up between us, basic tenants which make you attractive to me. Is it the same for you? Do you think of me? Do I wander through your life with a question mark over my head, as you do for me? Are the funny effervescent pockets of air that flutter past me in your wake one sided? A glance, a stray touch, offhanded and unthought through comments all collected by me, into the memory box marked with your name. Does any of it mean something? Is it there, between us? Is it real? Could it be? Does it matter? ...I guess not. Whatever I feel is delicate, based o