Little Darling

Little Darling

Little Darling, don't you know,
love is mostly tell and show;
what we want we need to hide
from our chimera of pride.

I took you down, I pulled you up;
I put my honey in your cup,
I pinned you back to better feel
your tender hand and softer heel.

Little Darling, don't you know,
love is mostly tell and show,
with a lie we fantasized
while another fiction died.

I made you moan, I made you weep;
I kept you from your peaceful sleep,
I mixed my salt deep in your wine,
my hands upon your rising spine.

Little Darling, don't you know,
love is mostly tell and show,
what we wish we seldom get
without worry and regret.