Sometimes The Time...

Sometimes the time
     seems right
for me to explain
     my feelings.
Then you laugh, or say something inane,
     or touch me, and the moment’s gone.

Sometimes the time
     seems right,
but I become involved
     in you.
Then I giggle, or quote Zarathustra,
     or an ancient Celtic poem.

Sometimes the time
     seems right
for me to divulge
     the secrets of my heart:
you are almost asleep, but you convey,
     monosyllabic, your prior knowledge.