Theory vs. Practice
Our ménage à trois by candlelight—;
the various absurdities: black lace,
pink mules, a little-bo-peep teddy.
Afterward, bad Champagne
in the kitchen of the pied-à-terre.
The mind is an unforgettable red space.
But I, I can’t escape this place;—
the steep of ridged limbs,
the mountainous dark pining;
and love, the flickering hood of flame.
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