Wendy Cope
Summer Villanelle
You know exactly what to do--
Your kiss, your fingers on my thigh--
I think of little else but you.
It's bliss to have a lover who,
Touching one shoulder, makes me sigh--
You know exactly what to do.
You make me happy through and through,
The way the sun lights up the sky--
I think of little else but you.
I hardly sleep--an hour or two;
I can't eat much and this is why--
You know exactly what to do.
The movie in my mind is blue--
As June runs into warm July
I think of little else but you.
But is it love? And is it true?
Who cares? This much I can't deny:
You know exactly what to do;
I think of little else but you.
--from From June to December
Wendy Cope, Two Cures for Love: Selected Poems
1979-2006, Faber and Faber, 2009.