Do it to avoid her pale-blue doorframe looks!
She has a mind to die and do it in a sunbath,
Deep in honey-light brightness, concentrating:
"Roll over, regret it in the morning, babe, roll over,
Be my valentine and sink your soul some more!"
Failure to acquiesce is failure to save her,
Compliance is a routine lobotomical irony.
Nails scratching at your back, you TURN OVER,
KICK HER DOWN and have a nighty-night.