Well, there goes our chance.
Taking what you want
takes a certain
Conviction, and only a color of sincerity
will get you (just short of)
what you want.
It was at this moment you reached
for my knees, quivering beneath
the table, shaking
The food at our plates.
This is the part where
you say something—
whisper, “I love you.”
And so you love me, perhaps
Later I will listen. For now
Lets go back to the beginning
where you told me how
a good gal wears long hair
back home,
where you can’t negate the past,
the properties of tradition:
the one where they tell you how
and you listen.
