Stay, won't you?
Make me blush
That I've no shame --
To beg, to borrow.
Your careful hands
Rest on low flying
Clouds beside your
Hips and with the
Merest wink, I
Make you laugh
Out loud into the
Rising morning.
When will you
Stop rushing away?
As what I hope
To impress
Upon you is
Nothing but a
Story told of
Countless times.
Unbind your
Book and lay
Right down to hear
What I will tell.

rjw, 7/26/96

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