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