The State of the Garden

It was a cold night, we huddled in your yard

You'd come to walk me out, we didn't get that far

You lamented the sad state of the garden

You'd been meaning to re-seed since god knows when

And as you pondered all the work you'd have to do

Well, right then I just had to plant one right on you

But since you asked what I was thinking

I hope you've grasped at least an inkling

Either kick me out, or kiss me back

But please don't talk, we're way past that

Just let me know, without a word, whether I'll

Fall asleep wanting you, or get no sleep at all

I arrived to pick you up at eight

Per your request, we don't call it a date

Matter fact, we've been not dating for six months

Just screenings for our private art film club

With dinner first, and drinking after it

And during, sharing the same small blanket

Your sofa, Susie, it ain't no IMAX

As for the movie, at least it had a climax

Either kick me out, or kiss me back

But don't try to talk, I can't abide that

'Cuz by now you know the only reason that I'm not

Balls deep in love with you is that isn't what you want

I know I said I would let it go, but

I haven't yet, and you know what, so what

You have a choice, and I'm still waiting

So kill that noise, and start deliberating

I shouldn't go, way I've been drinking

If you must know, no, I wasn't really thinking

Either kick me out, or kiss me back

Those are your options, and that's a natural fact

But first you should know that your flowers have all died

Forget the garden, Sue, you can't bring it inside

But you can kick me out, or you can kiss me back

Either way I'll know if you don't like me like that

But one way you'll know which way you like me most

All in a heap under you, or over you, or both