Rule Number One
"I can tell"
he had said
(very drunk, very bold, very true),
"when you want to be with me."
I almost denied it,
(very calm, very clear, very true) -
he whispered in the half light,
"you, you, you."
(very sweet, very tender, very true)
"You made me break the rules."
I denied it.
I want to be with you, share with you.
I want you to hold me, warm me.
I want to know you, touch you.
I won't break your fragile, empty rules.
-- Kara Stewart, 1984