And you were complaining that June was almost over.
And you were tired of being Helena, dogged,
And you were tired of being Puck, also,
And I cannot say I blamed you.
Carefully you held my raw fingertips,
Torn from the drag along a gray stone wall.
Carefully you told me
To cut that out, right now,
Don’t ever do that again.
And you promised to beg for forgiveness
But I knew better.
And you blew me a kiss
From across the hotel room
Which I caught, obviously.
And you were tired, tired,
Reciting Hamlet like a ghost.
Anyway you were right about the knife
And that love requires dangling off a cliff
I’m not ready to go near.
And you were right to stop me
From tearing up my body.
You sleep talk, you sleep talk, you mutter and roll over,
You roll your shoulders and you cry,
Fitful sullen eyes.
Anyway, I love you.
Did you hear me?
I whisper with my eyes shut
And let the wind pretend to drown it out.