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"Porque duermes solo, Pastor?
En mi colcha de lana
dormirias mejor." --from "Yerma,"
Frederico Garcia Lorca


he knocked on my attic door
I gave him lemonade and
freshly baked muffin
then we lay across the bed

I didn't come here to make love
he said
but

I know
I said
and

we kissed into deep roses
and held November night

laden with muffins
he slipped into streetlight
I finished Yerma by Lorca
and blew out the candle
but I could not sleep
for a long time

© 1972, 1999 Leslye Layne Russell



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