And Again

The man with the big mouth
and the ribbon-elastic legs
has bowled me over

His tongue running in my mouth
is sweet as a bean

The bare branch of his forearm
sets me sweating
My pours open: no shelter

He's a dark man,
melancholic and bitter;
with a hornet's sting
he bites to the bone

Dreadful in suspicion,
he becomes a leech
-he will have me,
he sings it to the telephone wires

Since last year I've grown
cautious
and knowledgeable:
ruefully I refuse him

The child stamps and wails out,
mourning the trust of his fragrance-
the true skin,
indisputable
as jasmine in the dark

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