"Don't stop being you"

he says. Don't stop doing what you do,
Don't stop moving like that,
Looking with those eyes,
Touching with those hands,
Speaking in that voice,
The part of those lips and the shudder in that spine,
Don't stop being the creature I see,
The creature with a heart in hushed tones
And a fluttering hunger below.
Don't stop, don't stop
"Don't change a thing;"
So don't change your kisses
So don't change the curl of your toes
Don't even change the things I don't notice.
Don't stop being you, he'll say.
Don't stop what you do,
Even if it isn't really you.