you ask me how I liked it.
I say that it was good.

but you just keep on listenig

the shy compliant girl in me
obeys your waiting ears.
spits out more words.

Your waiting ears are flattering,
they're friendly, they're sincere.
I want to be cooperative.
But, like,
how
did I - feel?

I felt at times, as if there were -

I'm happy I was here - I think.

Perhaps - I'll cry when I get home.

I appreciate your waiting ear.

my words don't do their proper job.
they don't obey the rules.
Do conversation! Back and forth!
Make sense! Go on! Now stop!

Your ears were first to break the rules.
They were a revelation.
Can't tell you how I felt - I
think I don't get the question.

That's what your ears brought home to me.
Did my loss for words
bring home to you
the sweetness of your
listening ears?