How dare the premier ignore my invitations. He’ll have to go. So too the bunch he luncheons with. It’s
second on my list of things to do. At the top is stopping by your place of work and acting like
I haven’t dreamed of you and I and marriage in an orange grove. You are the only thing in any room
you’re ever in. I’m stubborn selfish and too old. I sat you down and told you how the truest love that’s ever
found is for oneself. You pulled apart
my theory with a weary
and disinterested sigh.
So yes I guess I’m asking you to back
a horse that’s good for glue and nothing else
but find a man that’s truer than.
Find a man that needs you more than I.
Sit with me a while and let me listen
to you talk about your dreams and your obsessions.
I’ll be quiet and confessional. The violets explode
inside me when I meet your eyes.
Then I’m spinning and I’m diving
like a cloud of starlings.
Darling is this love?