Sway me back and forth
Methodically
Your hands are my bungee cords
Allowing me room
Yet always offering your saftey
At times I feel like a rag doll
Poised amusingly for your slap-stick humor
And I can't imagine wanting to be any other kind of toy
At times I watch you as you sit reading
My heart betraying me
(Do you ever hear the pounding?)
You resemble a wise owl at those moments
Intimidating to some
Comforting to others
You're both for me |