Might Be Deeper Than You Think

Expect I'll be shooting
all over your page
unable to mask a raging

respect (you expected a substitute)

My bone of contention
since we are on the topic
is that assumption
that my boner (now I said it)
is the only concern
that drives me
to apply that lavish rubbing
of praise when I am near

I will admit that my encouragement
is intended for you to open as wide
as you are willing to go
on account of your voice and desire
and I would be lying
if I didn't react to the gifts
of this glimpse inside your liberation
swelling on occasion
to a certain note
you might just hit

But don't dismiss
that the footprints left
by your truth
can also capture
my attention

The warps within
have harnessed hurts
that latch to memory
and any bravado
that appears
may simply be
of influential fiction
or a rare spike
of uncontained confidence

I am scattered
from pink to blue
in lurid identification
despite the splinters
that lodge into us
at inopportune times

I never take tears lightly
and grapple with how to address them
resisting that annoying urge to advise
when the ear is all that is required

But the extremes of emotions
- orgasms to agonies
really seem to define
this perplexing equation
that I wrestle with

So I let you weigh it out
to determine
if I might be deeper than you think.