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In bed with Jimi
ОглавлениеI know I’m too young for this,
him dead now forty years plus.
I can’t help and lift the bedding,
all of me trilling like an eel
when he whispers to me.
And then he’s here, long fingers
like unequivocal gods,
his lips like warm, despairing pawpaw,
like two lines of despairing Baldwin
and he stretches and strains.
Then he’s arching against me
but won’t let go of his guitar,
his fucking guitar. But so, still,
we make it. Slowly first
we make it, and the worlds fade.
All states of the world fade.