Ah giving something with strings
Attached: our lover, who sings,
Practiced his song for hours.
Everything comes with a price: flowers,
A scholarship, a grant, a gift,
A loan—which lends itself to words,
Invented in strings of longer words—
To make certain that in the night
The kiss returned is exactly right,
And that all you say to me now
Will be understood as love, somehow;
That is, later, when we look at it again,
Love will be love as it was back then.
This is philosophy and love, Joan.
And kisses. Kisses. The stupid loan.