On the Go

I don't like your letters,
hard and sharp, like the fence we scaled
the night the cops chased us through the golf course
with the seventeenth pin in my hand
on your chest and your lips on my ears, whispering:
                 I Love You
but I can't trust you, Bell Atlantic operator
begging for a dime you swear you don't have
to come visit, but if you want
I can bake you a cake and laugh because I don't have any milk.
Just like old times, you say you want to stay forever but you can't
make love without me
so you'll write a letter each morning
as the Sun rises in your eyes.

I don't like your letters,
hard and sharp, like the fence we scaled
the night the cops chased us through the golf course
with the seventeenth pin,
your hands on my chest, your lips on my ears, whispering:
       I love you, but I can't trust you
Bell atlantic operator begging for a dime.
I swear.
I don't have to come visit, but if you want
I can bake you a cake and laugh because you don't have any milk, just like old times!
I want to stay for ever, but...
I can't make love without you.
So I'll write a letter each morning
as the Sun rises in my eyes.