Up the steps and through the door,
the one with the lock that has to come out
and to the side so that the brass tongue,
lodged all day in the mouth and now of course rain,
lodged all day in the mouth and now of course rain,
can turn and let me in. I think of Allegra Kent
and how I told you about her the other night
and how I told you about her the other night
in the dark by the park, trying hard not to
grip too tight your elbow. I wanted to hold you.
grip too tight your elbow. I wanted to hold you.
