Hang on, stitching together your page...
Okay, I’ll just butt in on this now
if you think that’s something you can handle.
Dilys thinks he’s walked miles in my sandals
like he knows the weight of my life’s mantle.
That’s not something I’ll allow.
Dilys thinks my goal is to ensnare,
like my aim is artful oscillation.
Push and pull and be his fascination
but it’s all just his imagination.
This is difficult to bear.