With a body shift, show me where your body asks
Love is to be made, where fingers matter
With hands? Dirty little hands, inside of me?
I’m not asking you to run around the world;
I’m not asking you for everywhere—
Put your body inside the place of words,
How’s it feel to be within them?
“Keep shouting outright,” she said to me.
Shift your body, show me where my fingers are
Shift your body, show me where the sun is
Still I find myself lonely and rejected,
You’d think I’d be alive around here or laughing
Everywhere that knows who is hot
And you never hear me without word.
“Just keep shouting out loud,” she said.
“Keep shouting out loud.”
“I’ll find you.”