pounding the mudcakes off your shoes
"listen" say your eyes
"it is my turn"
"i've been busy"
"open your curtains, no secrets now"
"have you got any lemons?"
your forehead veins pulse and bulge
this is serious
when you've stopped insisting
when i can recollect my thoughts
i see through your veil
you've recoiled and i know
you don't really mean it
it was all a show
to persuade me, so that i will lose
you are scarce, insecure, and dry
i close my curtains, retreat
and try to forget