I'd rather
heave half a brick than sayI love you, though I doI'd rathercrawl in a hole than call youdarling, though you areI'd ratherwrench off an arm than hug you thoughit's what I long to doI'd rathergather a posy of poison ivy thanask if you love me
so if myhair doesn't stand on end it's becauseI never tease itand if myheart isn't in my mouth it's becauseit knows its placeand if Idon't take a bite of your ear it's becausegristle gripes my gutsand if youmiss the message better get newglasses and read it twice
