Showers In May Poem by Faith Wood

Keep me here long nights gripping to your bedpost
What would you say if I promised never to leave?
I'd give you the moon- no, the sun
if it didn't burn through my fingertips
But as you say, 'what's done is done'

Lucky for you I'm comparable to chalk
I'll erase from the blackboard,
just as easily as from your mind
I guess this is all new to you
becasue you can't put the past behind

I know I'm not as worshiped,
as pretty, as clean
but you'll be wishing you stayed one day
I can't control your insidious laugh,
but I'm just the showers in the month of May-
I'm cold and full or resentment
and you just want me out of the way