(—Why did you tremble when you came in here.

I saw some doves fly the city;

this place, had no door.

You came in with your old sorrow,

with your other sexual loves in your mouth

your wrong previous your two laters

their little silver crosses in your eyes,

I wanted to be the boy,

I would have loved you against the wall

                  as hard as I could,

but there was no I right then,

desire is the good general,

the wall was nearly gone—)