I don’t know what you want from me. We talk
about a lot of things, but never that.
And if I asked, I’d break the tacit rules
of this as-modern-as-they-come-affair –
this marvellous, no-strings, no-rules affair;
this minefield of exact, unwritten rules
surrounded by barbed wire of silence. That
is something of a pity, since we talk
about a lot of things, but I don’t know –
and maybe never will, since if I asked
I’d break the tacit rules – quite what you want
from me – and minefields (modern ones) with no
strings (just barbed wire) we cross with care, unasked
questions buried, like so much we want.
– Eleanor Brown