And perhaps, if he’s time, he will “do something like it—some day.”
She-Devil
(Davies Street)
White arms, Love, you have, and thin fingers with glittering nails,
And the soft blue smoke curls up from your parted mouth!
The delicate rose of your cheeks never varies nor pales,
And your frocks and your furs are perfection—devourer of youth!
It is thrilling to think of your room and you, wicked, inside—