Dear Lover,

Dear lover, do not be perfect.

Show me that your persistent phonecalls

After my 2 a.m. shifts arise from distrust,

Or insomnia, but surely not concern.

Spill your sins out of that guarded arsenal

If there is one; please let there be one.

Let me gaze surreptitiously at

The crinkled sheets from last night

When I wasn't in your - our - bed.

And dare not bring out the words I need

To hear, in your satin laced whispers.

For once my dearest,

Make me unlove tiny bits of you,

Before my stubborn young heart

Falls head over heels for yours.

Before it refuses irrevocably,

To settle for a love

Any less than yours,

If you should go.