A DIFFERENT STORY.

If you were just- A mere partner;

If you were just- A boy raised on a farm;

If you were just- All poor eyesight and extravagent limbs;

If you were just; Lips like the earth's crust, A voice like chruch bells: This would be a different story. If you were just: A man I knew Who knew me too; You would be anything but everything. And this would be a different story. Because you are not just: You are scissored silence You are dropped knees You are the soft sting Gathered by honey bees. You are wild as you are caged, You are trembling as you are braved- You are right to be wrong You were wrong all along. I cup my two hands across the Atlantic- I cup them tightly over your ears, I mouth the wicked words- That you refuse to hear. If you were just: A handshake to release

If you were just: A little less a peice of me

If you were just: A fire to smother

If you were just: Someone other-

Then what you are

and what you aren't- This would be A different story.