What’s the Matter?

To lie flat on the back with the knees flexed
And sunshine on the soft receptive belly,
Or face down, the insolent spine relaxed,
No more compelled to cower or to bully,

Is good; and good to see them passing by
Below on the white side-walk in the heat,
The dog, the lady with parcels, and the boy:
There is the casual life outside the heart.

Yes, we are out of sight and earshot here.
Are you aware what weapon you are loading,
To what this teasing talk is quietly leading?
Our pulses count but do not judge the hour.
Who are you with from whom you turn away,
At whom you dare not look? Do you know why?