3/2/15 11:21pm – 11/14/15 10:24pm
bedside table manners
(this these words that are three)
how can you touch me so sincerely
when you love me nowhere near the
way your placed hands do?
by now you must know how much the
words you speak through touch; three
would mean to me if were true
why then through the motions fraud me
with mannered language of your body
i know not, but now see through
and though you sit with elbows unseen
good manners my love does not mean
you hunger at the table as i do
it is all too all too much the
words you speak though just three
that beg of me ‘and i you’
to this these words that are three
sighing i’m saying it can’t be
though i wish it weren’t true
how one loses the title ‘and only’
with mid distance eyes of your own see
my spell, your cell you outgrew
yes, though you sit with elbows unseen
good manners my love does not mean
much at this bedside table for two