Let us never try to make love:
It was in another country, and besides
It was raining It was under the arch-way
of an ancient bridge, with bats
gathering the dusk beside us It was
a town painted white & left to cure
in the sun like a ram’s bone It was
a club-footed rhetorical device, come up
to us to beg for coin while we dined al
fresco on the piazza We were at Bealo
Claudia when it came on the wind You
told me to draw a circle, for protection.
We stood inside it it was raining it was
in another country and besides.