Confessions

You know me
always looking for the perfect
metaphor.
I would have said analogy
but when the lines line up
too neatly I get small frissions
on my teeth and feel as though
some frame of truth has fit itself
around my mouth
instead of the other way around.
Analogy is still better.
I want you to become
something that I understand.
Some thing. Of course, that's
the key.
Or in this case the answer.
There is no lock and therefore no key
to turn in such fictions as relationships.
The best I can stretch for is a guess,
a conceptual leap, intuition.
In tuition. The process of teaching.
 In two it shuns
the idea of self and selves.
either one or the other. Not both.
You learn and I teach, or the other
and we are same and unchanged
and transformed.
The words are what I pay with,
pray for, play in when it comes to this
us.
Definition and description.
I want you to become like this thing,
or more directly- this thing.

Things after all,
can be owned.