take, oh take those lips away

half of the face of boredom

wearing burt's bee's lipstick

Take, oh take those lips away,

That so sweetly were forsworne,

And those eyes: the breake of day,

Lights that doe mislead the Morne;

But my kisses bring againe, bring againe,

Seales of love, but seal’d in vaine, seal’d in vaine.

--William Shakespeare

and stars will stick like tacks in the night

KNEE SONG

by Anne Sexton

Being kissed on the back

of the knee is a moth

at the windowscreen and

yes my darling a dot

on the fathometer is

tinkerbelle with her cough

and twice I will give up my

honor and stars will stick

like tacks in the night

yes oh yes yes yes two

little snails at the back

of the knee building bon-

fires something like eye-

lashes something two zippos

striking yes yes yes small

and me maker.