Clawed with their nails,
He moves in darkness as it seems to me,
For clouds may gather
Pleasure past and anguish past,
Hug me, kiss me, suck my juices
to high-strung automobiles.
Come buy, come buy:
impregnated wickerwork;
Half their dew would dry,
In summer weather,—
Clawed with their nails,
He moves in darkness as it seems to me,
For clouds may gather
Pleasure past and anguish past,
Hug me, kiss me, suck my juices
to high-strung automobiles.
Come buy, come buy:
impregnated wickerwork;
Half their dew would dry,
In summer weather,—