for Molly
Ovid says
is not quite right in the head
also lovers find clothes too restricting
and are happier in underwear and hosiery
Cercamon says he is
both luxurious and sick
and ‘my sickness hath a wonderful appearance’
according to Wyatt he's all about
long small arms
and pallid thighs
naked feet and imperious looks
all in the aftermath
of a pleasant guise
for Housman he's a melancholy corpse
whistling so softly
you can barely hear
you'll taste before you see the blood
that drips from his throat
which like enough is slit from ear to ear
That is a pretty scary picture isn’t it
maybe it will give you a nightmare
and if it does I hope
with all my heart
I'll see you there
