O Camilla, is it conceivable that
you feel as ardent as I do—as horny
as seven goats? Camilla, let us hurry
out of these grossly
getting-in-the-way clothes onto a wide bed
with its covers hurled off to play skin-music
on bright sheets, slowly increasing the tempo
until Eden comes.
Or say: At this moment, according to habit,
Horsecollar interrupts his ode to contradict
his ode; or calls upon Professor Zero to sneer
at Horsecollar, at hypocritical humanity, and at
Professor Zero. Analysands cherish reversals
in the performance of Heraclitean understanding
achieved after eight years on a Viennese sofa;
Horsecollar revels in luxuries of antithesis,
by which any Eden, temperate with blessedness,
freezes forever in the flames of coldest hell.