You said that all you’d had in you
was pleasure –


But you were the one to take off your shoes.
You loosed your laces diligently,
Socks, shoes – and you placed them neatly.
Then, me, sweaty, plenty taken, used, and – 
now moving with, on top of you:
“I’m good,” you groaned, “Tired, I – 
"Should have stayed at home. 
"Alone.”  


Trolling, 45 MPH through – 
the umbrageous wood, and 
You counted deer.  “Forty-eight,
that's fifty.”  Yes, you said, 
bothered, but don't you worry about it, just drive
to miss the bastard deer like you do, 
and I'll take care of the counting between us: Yes,
(“things bother, so one works through –
Jesus! Don’t talk to me like that”) 
Together we’re A Good Team.


(Talk to you like what?  I’m sorry.  But – )
Together we mightn’t be, not
Like this, with you, your socks, your shoes
that pleasure, 
This, it's bothering you? 


Oh - but you can blame me: 
"I thought you'd like it."
Yeah, that's what you thought, and
"Bothered," it's what you said.