Any More Than Already

© 2013 by Christopher Clymer Kurtz

If any more than already is what you want, all you want,
If one hundred percent of what I've got is not enough,
If every morning kiss must call down fire from above,
And every move an earthquake, from a new kind of champion….

If looking through your glasses proves no refuge from mistrust,
If every breath requires more than air to feed your blood,
If in your private melody you hear an orchestra,
And in your every heartbeat is a new kind of champion…

I’m not a champion…
Oh no, I’m not the champion for you.

No preacher’s telling you that you should say “I do.”
Nobody’s asking you to be anyone but you.
Why shift your weight from side to side and look away?
If I’m not your champion—better luck another day.

If any more than already is what you want, all you want,
If in your every heartbeat is a new kind of champion….