Her Love

 
Oh, she would love me softly with her eyes
When I cannot shed her warm body from my clothes.
Oh, she would love gently through one nostril
And the other, especially as evening falls.


Oh, she would love me raw, diving into my ears
To find my old song trembling in the drum.
Oh, she would love herself and me
With those soft white tender feathers.
Oh, she would love herself, dressed in pink and under her elbows,
Gripping her forearm with all her might.
Oh, she would love the hollow and nape of my neck,
Holding fast to my tragic hair with her clasp.
Oh, she would love without end
My blood, my sweat-beads, and my flesh........