Shut up and fuck,  she said--
put down that pen & that
book in your head & all
this talk about useless ecstasy,
the fragility of gesture
& look at me:
I've been rubbed with gardenia,
frangipani in my hair--
shut up, she said, put down
that book, she said, open your eyes,
give me your fingers:

Gerald Fleming
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