Who is the perfect confidant?
Someone who knows when to propose
a soft détente – who undergoes
with you those journeys of the heart
for which you think you yearn
without exactly taking part? Somebody
who has such a preternaturally fine
assignment of wise sensibilities that he
or she can tease you into seeing
more than you’d been able
quite to see before?
But when the day grows late,I think I’d rather have a playmate.