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NAMES IN POEMS
ОглавлениеDearest Loosh, you are so louche.
But I’ll not meet you in the hay today.
Perhaps tonight, when the bed-bugs bite—
although we must remember
that they like us best
those times we scratch and sweat—
before the light returns at morning.
So they do; it’s true; and so do you—
like me that way too.
But a little blood and many scratches
are good for healing the painful swellings
of our hidden and forbidden noonday itches.
Shoosh, Loosh!
The dogs are listening to your laughter.
And Lokshen listens to me laughing too—
laughing at your scratched-up torso,
the flakey skin beneath my nails,
the blood-flecked sheets,
and the curious ways you have
of making love.