“You’ll pay for this” he said to me today
when I diverted to the telephone.
“Beyond my phone bill?” prompted him to say
“Um hmm” and then I asked in quiet tone
“Is that a threat or promise?” He replied
“Um hmm” again, and both of us were charmed.
Our voices smiled as our words goodbyed,
our ordinance by dialogue disarmed.

I’ll pay for this, I think, most happily.
I’ll gamble weeks of inner peace on him.
Infatuated I appear to be
and into it too deep to call it whim.
I’ll pay for this, and find it nothing strange
to purchase pleasure for a little change.