He stole, on occasion,
from her front porch and lawn and
put them back where he'd found them
several months later after she'd
safely cast them from the eye of her mind.
It was the only way he knew how to
tell her yes I would like so
eagerly for you to make your
arms for me like the way you
make your bed for you
and only you.
And it never mattered, because she never knew
what to make of these strange customs and
to whom she should direct all her irritations and
disbeliefs and misemotions.