A Little Patter
If you cannot have her,
body and mind, at every moment
for yourself, since she
seeks other intimates without you,
sits at the unknown confidant’s
table, sleeps in the stranger’s bed –
At least, wanting to love her,
your mind can race to keep the woman
imagined at her play:
how her insides stirred, tumultuous
at the sudden sound of his
voice, how she touched him, what they said –
As if the talk of the clever
confidant’s table would be opened
to you, and the quick low
dialog between them about you
and other men might stand for the
mystery of her and all she did ...
Forget it. You will not know her, ever.
If you cannot have her,
body and mind, at every moment
for yourself, since she
seeks other intimates without you,
sits at the unknown confidant’s
table, sleeps in the stranger’s bed –
At least, wanting to love her,
your mind can race to keep the woman
imagined at her play:
how her insides stirred, tumultuous
at the sudden sound of his
voice, how she touched him, what they said –
As if the talk of the clever
confidant’s table would be opened
to you, and the quick low
dialog between them about you
and other men might stand for the
mystery of her and all she did ...
Forget it. You will not know her, ever.