In the interval you answered me
Like a fire:
" But these hands "
(They were stretched toward me)
" Are for the hands of another,
These lips "
(They were curved and strange)
" Are for the lips of another,
And there is someone for whom these eyes
Can gleam
As they never can for you. "
So answering me,
You let your bright thigh touch me
And my throat rest across yours
And your breast heave with mine,
While your face crouched afar from me like an escaping slave
And your hands fell fainting ...
And into me, even now as I hold you,
Roll all the waste spaces of the world,
Desert after desert.