If I were a giant
Towering from above
I would kneel and kiss the ground.
But since I am ordinary,
I will walk along with eyes downward
Dreaming of the cool dust and dirt of this
Familiar path upon my lips.
Your ceiling at night
Is a Vasarely
Ever moving, ever staying.
My love seems to well, but does not breach,
It grows and appears dangerous
But does not crash.
I am a mule.
If you must use me
Use me wisely –
trembling woman said:
If I was a giant, I would hide away from you
find a cave far away
everyone is too ordinary to accept me being this way
I would be scared to give you a touch
because it would probably hurt you much
so I would rather be alone than to let you come down from your thrown
huh, you probably won’t even try
because baby, you were born to say goodbye
(your poem is beautiful, and this just came to my mind so I wrote it 🙂 )