she makes the same shapes
making love or dancing
she declares love is a muscle
you don’t actually fall
in love, you maybe
are just good at it
(or bad (too bad))
but Fear forbid you
are just (too) good at it
cause then up comes
some young stud
declaring love is one
precious little zero-sum, well
maybe if i had to wait again
to come, she said, i’d see
my love as a commodity, maybe,
but there are some things
i just don’t know, she shrugged, and
she makes the same shrug
making love or dancing