I want you

I want you
to extrapolate for me
meaning from these words
Can you make them yours,
tear them to bits
like a lion would?
In the night
there are no explanations
just your heart
your own beat
and you ought to know
what it's made of
I am soaked
in her wake,
in her ever-spreading surge
she could run circles around me
until the day I die
What a scandal--
but they will never know
who receives this tribute
Melancholic son,
wandering one
who is the face you seek
the one you labor for
You know the answer
It is subversive,
codified in your rigid heart
what a scandal
what a let-down
there is no story
no great betrayal
Your love is stalwart,
incorruptible.