a bamboo, swerving back and forth but upright always she was in her greenness, I was drunk on her wild fragrance a pillow, feather-filled cushion and in sweet submission my head took refuge on her soft bosom dark hair dancing through the darkness of night gasping… panting … wide opened my eyes counted each breath stroking her delicate fibers I was in sweet dream then … love was invaded a cobra, she implanted her teeth in my vein… venom of lovey-dovey rippled through the heart-bank a magpie-nest, had one known who would’ve fallen in that wile never! oh! never!