He wears commitment
Like a coat of arms
A fragile weight
For him to bear
It’s in the stricture
Of her nascent charm
That hangs between
Them everywhere

You slip

Fate dances on a pliable line
That keeps love apart
From all that enmity could bare
He feels the ache of her effulgent heart
And so resolves to disappear
And so I carry on
To Bayonne Bayonne Bayonne
Where my anatomy
Can sooner find alacrity
To set me apart
From it all
For feeling far
Too much
Too young

You slip

Always be suspicious
When they put their
Arms around you
And they tell you
They’re delighted
To see you.