Palindrome

It's like a gentle hum That keeps you up as much as it soothes It's like a slow burn In all the ways it found to harm It's in our quivered breaths Under threat of "not enough." And you were patient then With every dream you could not recall I taste the lead again You slide your furor off the side of the bed And if we call it by name Could we capture it and ask "Of all the homes you find, Why nestle in our pride?" Our triumph fades Once I am shaken awake It's like the first time You crept your way into my life It's like the quiet yearn Of a hand climbing down your back Am I wanted, then? Or will I stay a means to an end? And if you call me by name Could I outrun the shame Of knowing that I'll find Every reason to reside Right by your side In the darkest corner of my mind