Just hear me breathing
But that doesn't prove anything
Within my circles
But I'm not their center
Motionless
Waiting
Waiting
When you come, you come with light
You come beaming
Consuming my shadow
Counting my notches
And breaking me open
Opening my hiding place
And reading me aloud
So that me too
I can hear
Me
When you go, you ask:
Who of us two, you think,
Who of us two is the beloved?
Who of us
Is the beloved?