T. R. Smith, comp. Poetica Erotica: Rare and Curious Amatory Verse. 1921–22.
Domesticities. III. Infidelities
By Donald Evans (1884–1921)(From Two Deaths in the Bronx, 1916) MY darling, you write me charming letters from your bed, | |
| They caress me, and the darkness covers us, | |
| And your luminous whispers are in my ear. | |
| You call me, and I come to you as I read, | |
| Eager to give you to my hands, | 5 |
| And be lost upon your breast. | |
| But often next day when I re-read a letter I dream, | |
| I wonder, was not your husband, while you wrote it, | |
| In the next room rising from his bath, | |
| And sprinkling rice powder over himself | 10 |
| Making ready to come to you? | |
| Were not perhaps the words you wrote | |
| Your torch to set yourself in flames? | |
| Did not the last echoes | |
| Of your call to your lover | 15 |
| Help to sweep you not too passively | |
| To accustomed clamorous arms? | |