The night is thin and watery; fish in the air and moonglint off her necklace of human teeth. Bring O bring back my Bonnie and I'll return yours with interest and exhaustion. I'm stuck between those legs. Dangers of drugs: out in the swamp's middle he's stoned and a bear hound mammothly threatens. Dazed with fright. Marcia I won't go to Paris - too free with your body - it's mine it's mine it's mine not just everyone's. Now in this natal month Christ must be in some distant nebula. O come down right now and be with us. In the hole he fell in, a well pit, yellow jackets stung him to death. Within minutes death can come by bees. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WOMAN AND THE ANGEL by ROBERT WILLIAM SERVICE LACHRYMAE MUSARUM (THE DEATH OF TENNYSON) by WILLIAM WATSON REMEMBRANCE by EGMONT HEGEL ARENS PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 68. AL-KADAR by EDWIN ARNOLD BOUTS RIMES IN PRAISE OF OLD MAIDS by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |