INDIFFERENCE

You can race snails
Up and down my spine
All night long and I will
Still not feel you,

Or lie and falsify
A way to your truth
And fail to conceal
It in mine,

Or make a scratch
Upon the wax of my
Skin and not transmit
A needled word,

Or rearrange
The settlement of cloth
About me and expect
Me to accept it,

Or estimate my
Patience in comparison
To yours and sit back
To out stay me,

Or on leaving wait
A little longer than the
Moment affords and
Collect a last sensation.