Shapes of Clay

SHE:

I'm told that men have sometimes got

Too confidential, and

Have said to one another what

They—well, you understand.

I hope I don't offend you, sweet,

But are you sure that you're discreet?

HE:

'Tis true, sometimes my friends in wine

Their conquests do recall,

But none can truly say that mine

Are known to him at all.

I never, never talk you o'er—

In truth, I never get the floor.