T. R. Smith, comp. Poetica Erotica: Rare and Curious Amatory Verse. 1921–22.
Domesticities. III. Infidelities
By Donald Evans (18841921)(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? | |