But Be My Love and Be Only Mine

Well! Believe the pathetic liars! Or listen to the stylish scoundrel— Whose speech’s so harmonious And Ah! Tone as wine! Leave your long braid dance As the charmer’s snake, Or dishevel fly As in the ancient paintings the flying fairies… Or Claw or Bun or Knot Or loop as the sparrows’ nest Or reverse as the nomadic maids. Well! Wear on the thick oily thighs tight trousers As the white women in west Wear high heals, and on roadsides Cat-walk. Or dress as a Japanese Girl gymnast Or the ancient Greek women wrestlers slapping their big hips. And or let your big bosom bulge Or with breeze as ripe melons shake And then! Tell the tired traveler, am I fine! But be my love and be only mine! As all dear admire the unchanging pine!