... And Lemons
Is this the only game you know?
In and out the shiny stores;
Up and down between the floors;
Watching, as the baubles glow?
Are these the only stars you seek –
The little things that line the shelves,
Bright robes in which to hide yourselves;
The plastered beam upon the cheek?
Cry, cry – for when you sit at home,
You quake, I know, in secret fear.
And when you lie in bed, he’s near –
But oh, you think, I am alone.