"So surely is she mine," you say, and turn <br />Your quick and steady mind to harder things- <br />To bills and bonds and talk of what men earn- <br />And whistle up the stair, of evenings. <br />And do you see a dream behind my eyes, <br />Or ask a simple question twice of me- <br />"Thus women are," you say; for men are wise <br />And tolerant, in their security. <br /> <br />How shall I count the midnights I have known <br />When calm you turn to me, nor feel me start, <br />To find my easy lips upon your own <br />And know my breast beneath your rhythmic heart. <br />Your god defer the day I tell you this: <br />My lad, my lad, it is not you I kiss!<br /><br />Dorothy Parker<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/second-love/
