The Wanting

I want a love that twists and bends, that shakes and jerks when you poke it

A love that feels soft to touch, rough to others, but not too much

A love that's fragile and brittle inside that climbs up trees and doesn't hide

Instead she'll show off all of her colours, looking to hide only under covers

A love that does all this would be just fine, hell

It could change my oil and bake me pie

It could find a place that I'd call home then leave me there when I want to be, alone

Through birth canals and restaurants I've search for love, thinking about all that I want

But of course, as we all know

Love for the demanding, never shows

Neither for the keepers, looters, lawyers and hooters

A real love cowers and hides, from those who set expectations high

And though a love sits in plain view

To find a love

It has to want you