If You Want Me

For my Valentine

Swell then, heart,

You rattling thimble!

Balloons may burst

Before they pass the clouds.

If feet shake and flesh prickles

With every step

That could be the last,

Then why should we walk?

If every syllable will float

Unprotected in the air

That waxes with our words,

Then why should we talk?

Happiness haunts with subtle dread.

You know, if you want me you should have just said.