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youíve been suddenly seized
Seized with the impulse to hold me
til breathing is stifled.
Always outclassed on the tennis court,
Iím as inadequate fielding your eulogies
Meager returns falling woefully short
of your eagerly volleyed hyperbole.
Darling, Iím sorry.
Instinct mistrusts protestations
made more to convince the protestor
than win the convinced protestee.
Yet your hands on my waist
and your head on my chest
(that unknowable fragile bulletproof head
with its prickle of stubble through silk)
In their weight and their warmth
these feel honest enough:
Iíll buy false guarantees
from your body my love,
in the dark.
Though in darkness your eyes thrash
as fierce and fast
as two tadpoles constrained before birth
under thin jellied lids.
What is brewing beneath?
Conjoured up by what troublesome tweak
from your pale puppeteer
in the childproof vial?
Your lord-of-misrule puppeteer,
who dabbles at night
through your mannekin mind.
Who sets you a-fire and a-jerk and a-blaze
with a chemical chiaroscuro
Iíve no way to follow.
Is he really to blame?
Does he hold all the cards
in this poker-eyed puppetry-game
I donít know how to play?
Who am I to mistrust?
Is it him, is that true?
If you canít pick the sucker at cards,
so they say, then itís you.