Your presence too big, too loud, too noisy - you fill
my small space with your young limbs, 
your smiling exuberance.
A three-step-stretch from rug to stereo,
the floor always shakes when you walk.

I take your affection, panacea
for lack of another's refinement and depth
but my irritability shocks us, irritants
grow, cause canyons to gape at our feet.

I climb on my track willingly
passion-worn, smooth with
self-inflicted harm, my surface
reality is not gain - I still have time
to climb down, claim my refund.
I am not yet your time-traveller
with everything to lose.
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