There Is No Person Without A World.

I Am A Drop Of Gold He Would Say I Am Molten Matter Returned From The Core Of Earth To Tell You Interior Things-

That Night We Made Love "the Real Way" Which We Had Not Yet Attempted Although Married Six Months. Big Mystery. No One Knew Where To Put Their Leg And To This Day I'm Not Sure We Got It Right. He Seemed Happy. You're Like Venice He Said Beautifully. Early Next Day I Wrote A Short Talk ("on Defloration") Which He Stole And Had Published In A Small Quarterly Magazine. Overall This Was A Characteristic Interaction Between Us. Or Should I Say Ideal. Neither Of Us Had Ever Seen Venice.

Caught Between The Tongue And The Taste.

The Man Has A Theory. The Woman Has Hipbones. Here Comes Death.

He Came After Homer And Before Gertrude Stein, A Difficult Interval For A Poet.