Two Ironies

Two Ironies

(i)
If quietly you undressed
and climbed in beside me
to take my hand or feel my pulse,
relay the information later
that sex is a fun sort of game -
anywhere we might begin
and always end in the same place -
I would first ask
who you are.

(ii)
Because your first kisses
precede the dream of falling
and your faint flush of desire
consists in certain names
which leave me cold
or crazed with clothes
and never skin
I wonder why
it seemed a good idea
to move in with you.