Maybe because of my big heart
that is nevertheless afraid
of everything that could go wrong
and often does not offer room
for what I need, does not make space
for what I wish for
Or to bridge the distance
from my high legs and long neck
to you, and not to look down on you
with armed love
to soothe an unmet need
half-heartedly
Maybe I just imagine
what you do and say to me
maybe we want the same
maybe, under the skin, you too
are a giraffe, maybe we can
just be giraffes