Rondeau Redoublé

 I know the rules and hear myself agree
Not to invest beyond this one night stand.

I know your patter: in, out, like the sea.

The sharp north wind must blow away the sand.


Soon my supply will meet your last demand
And you will have no further use for me.

I will not swim against the tide, to land.

I know the rules.
 I hear myself agree.


I've kept a stash of hours, just two or three
To smuggle off your coast like contraband.

We will both manage (you more easily)
Not to invest beyond this one night stand.


To narrow-minded friends I will expand
On cheap not being the same as duty free.

I'll say this was exactly what I planned.

I know your pattern: in, out, like the sea.


It's not as if we were designed to be
Strolling along the beach front, hand in hand.

Things change, of natural necessity.

The sharp north wind must blow away the sand

And every storm to rage, however grand,
Will end in pain and shipwreck and debris
And each time there's a voice I have to strand
On a bare rock, hardened against its plea;
I know the rules.

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