You said you loved me more than cake –
I doubted your intentions.
You said you longed for me the way
sandpaper longs for knuckles –
I wondered what this meant.
You said you’d wait for me until
the stars themselves had vanished –
I thought this quite unlikely.
You said that you had carved our names
across I won’t say where –
I hoped you used a mirror.
I said I did not need the promise of the moon –
you said I couldn’t have it ‘anyway’.