I will not do as you tell me
Not heed your suggestions
I will listen to your feedback with the same level of interest
That I reserve for
The waiter telling me the soup
Or nudging me higher up the wine list.
Recommendations. Just a thought.
Your tiny hands beat against my storyteller’s skin
And leave a moment’s imprint
A thumb in dough.
I. Spring. Back.
Please. Don’t stop.
Carry on. Forget about it.
Think again. Retrace your steps.
Reflect. If you must.
Do it here. Do it there.
You are, to me, more immaterial than the most immaterial of things.
Fond regards. Best wishes.