Sweater Set Not At All
Would you hold my hand if I ask you?
Would you weave your fingers in mine?
Would you leave them tangled for hours,
or let them skip away like hopscotch in the rain?
Could you see a future in New York?
Could you see a baby or two?
If you could see a future in New York,
then could you ignore my tendancy to
push you aside? I don't mean it.
Aside, not at all.
Is it to much to ask you
to hold me tighter next time?
For if there's room left to wiggle,
I'll wiggle away, leaving nothing but a trace
that you can pick right up,
hold it close or toss it out.
Does all my questioning bore you?
I'd to hate chip at your ears,
so say the word and I'll drop it.
I'll patiently wait
for you to calmly push me aside -
did I dream it?
Aside, not at all.
Not at all.
