Nausicaa by Irving Layton

From the Canadian poet Irving Layton


“I’m the sort of girl
you must first tell you love.”
“I love you,” I said.
She gave herself to me then
and I enjoyed her on her perfumed bed.

By the gods, the pleasure in her small
wriggling body was so great,
I had spoken no lecherous falsehood.
Now not I nor my beloved,
such is our heat,
can wait for either words or scented sheet
but on her or my raincoat go roughly to it.

– Nausicaa by Irving Layton

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