Years ago you said to me
You almost bought a boat  
I didn’t think much of it 
Until I think much of it 

I once presented a quote 
Something on American flirtation vs Continental affair 
You didn’t equivocate - ‘believe it or not’     
Until you equivocate every time  

One heck of a night
I shot up, disrobed my head   
Full nudity then, raw stuff    
Packed and sent 
From my Enigma cipher machine 

One as-if morning or was it 
You denounced the pronoun and punctuated sentences  
Like a stern editor
Or a wartime decoder 
Pounding out telegrams, thousands of darts on target 
 
You didn’t say that to me
You said that to yourself  
You don’t prove that to me
You prove that to yourself 

(The narrative bubble I popped   
The polished mirror you cracked  
We did each other great good   
It takes a future to understand) 

What’s the endgame you interrogate 
I want to look at you and sigh, 
My endgame is kinda lame
It is I have you cover   
Bette Davies Eyes