She apologizes and I feel helpless Warm air against a dark night she means too much to me to know how to calm this ache I could profess undying devotion but her heart is the verdict her mind is the blueprint her hands, the solution I navigate through her doubts trying to fix the squeak of the door the stain on my shirt keep my teeth clean but there is something active, erupting restless and free something corrective-pathological-sentimental detached and detracting the natural waxing and waning sweet release recoil Do you love me like the tha-dum tha-dum of my veins fingers to toes She wants to cure our dependence Medicalizing passion, sliding-scale affection somewhere between 'healthy communication' and rejection I am ashamed of this burning in me this thirst that cannot be quenched yet it is a secret I repeat until the sounds lose meaning like my face beside yours will fail to be a reminder, you feel You traced the line between house ...