Fall on me or cut right through me,
smile at me or try to show me
what it is you have to hide.
Confide in me, you telling eyes.
Enlighten me or puzzle me,
engage with me or punish me.
I only know what I have heard;
be straight with me, you riddled words.
Reach for me, let go of me,
be kind to me or cruel to me.
I fear I’ll never understand
the truth behind those shaking hands.