Should you signal me “Get lost”
with your eyes, and far more clearly,
your words, I never would accost
you, darling, though I love you dearly,
but you signal me “Come hither”
with your words and, I presume,
your eyes, so I intend to slither
tight inside you where there’s room.
2/12/06
gershon hepner
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/night-music-3/
