Night Music Poem by gershon hepner

Night Music



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

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