... And Lemons

Is this the only game you know?

In and out the shiny stores;

Up and down between the floors;

Watching, as the baubles glow?

 

Are these the only stars you seek – 

The little things that line the shelves,

Bright robes in which to hide yourselves;

The plastered beam upon the cheek?

 

Cry, cry – for when you sit at home,

You quake, I know, in secret fear.

And when you lie in bed, he’s near – 

But oh, you think, I am alone.