The gravel goads me as I walk… Do you not hear me, do you not see me Do you not feel me under foot? Do you not, talk …Speak! Why sir you are ruder Than the sky, ruder than stars and moon
Her nickel white finger tips Tantalized his inky skin Clawed within, A foil frosted web, A steel thimble, pawing Her bush painted strokes Like a mercury moth wing.
