XXVI IN A TAXI

Come, give your hands to me, and lean Your dear bright head against my coat. Let me tear loose the furs that screen The ivory column of your throat And yield your hungry lips to mine, You passionate child! You cling so tight, The blood goes to my head like wine, As we race, breathless, through the night. How the time flies! We’re nearly there. Now grow sedate and proud once more— Put back your furs, bind up your hair, But pause, awhile, outside your door. No one can hear! So now, goodbye! Darling, to crush you, in the gloom, With kisses, would be ecstasy ... “Shh! mother’s moving in her room!”