Send me flowers
or kiss my hand in a public bar
when the distance between our lips is too much.
Wake me from dreams of you
with your fingers soft on my skin
or with a phone call.
Put yourself between me and myself
when I can't.
Tell me stories that show you
badly -- as we are
-- understanding that I understand.
Ask me home
because your heating is on the blink.
Refuse my best advice, because I'm a fraud.
Watch me undress, smiling.
Give me 5p like treasure
to treasure and lose amongst other change and mourn
because once it was yours
and given freely.
Forgive these accidents you don't notice.
Quiet me with your laugh
that terrifies and verrifies me.

But don't send me flowers.
I would do the same for you.