Oh, she would love me softly with her eyes
When I can't get her warm body out of her dresses.
Oh, she would love gently in one nostril
And on the other, especially in the evening.


Oh, she would love raw, and dive into my ears
To feel my old song in the eardrum.
Oh, she would love herself and me
With those soft white sweet feathers.
Oh, she would love herself, dressed pink and under her elbows,
Clutching her forearm as much as she could.
Oh, she would love the glue and nape of my neck,
Clutching my tragic hair with her clasp.
Oh, she would love endlessly
My blood, my sweat-drops, and my flesh........