If on a moony night Around the witching hour, While the weeping willow stoops before my window, And the mournful wind wails on the rooftop, Lady Death creeps out of the shadows And shows up in my room, And glides to my bed, And on her way doffs her hat and slips out of her … Continue reading Lady Death, Good Night
Woman, when you bathe you think you are alone, But it is not so. In a shadowy corner, On a silky web, A tiny spider gapes, His eight eyes fixed with fascination On your soapy nudity. * In the dead of night, While you sleep, The tiny spider visits me, And I, bribing him with … Continue reading If You Bathe At Least Once A Week, You Must Read This
To be alive and breathe and move And eat and drink and speak And read and write Is mighty fine indeed, But when I think of you, I would prefer to be inanimate. The tiny house wherein you live, The pillow on which you dream, The tub you bathe in, The soapy sponge you rub … Continue reading If You Don’t Mind, I Would Like To Be Your…
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