POETRY
 

Song (I can no more be your fleece . . . )

I can no more be your fleece
    than fill the cup of longing
and though we have no gripping talk
    grip is all our wooing
so slip one hand inside of mine
    and leave it there till morning
your left hand does not need to know
    what my right hand is doing


"My Sex Life," "Escher" and "Song" are forthcoming in Roddy Lumsden is Dead (Wrecking Ball Press, 2001). "Piquant" is reprinted from The Book Of Love, Bloodaxe Press, by permission of the author.


              




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