A certain lady (II) Oh, I can laugh and listen, when we meet, And you bring tales of fresh adventurings, Of ladies delicately indiscreet, Of lingering hands, and gently whispered things. And you are pleased with me, and strive anew To sing me sagas of your late delights. Thus do you want me - marveling, gay, and true, Nor do you see my staring eyes of nights. And when, in search of novelty, you stray, Oh, I can kiss you blithely as you go... And what goes on, my love, while you're away, You'll never know. Dorothy Parker --------