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[after Edgar Bowers' poem, "Wandering"]

(London:  Thursday night, August 30th, 1888)

In this high class hotel, all worldly care

departs us both:  thus comfortable, you bare

your body's beauty (but please do not take

off your black stockings---silken and opaqaue).

Then, after love, we will enjoy room service.

If that man you live with makes you so nervous,

you ought to leave.  (As they say, "Any port

during a storm."  And thirteen Miller Court

cannot be safe---not in that area.)

I beg you:  break that man's hold, Marisa.

I know he bears Cain's predatory mark.

and his divided mind enjoys the stark

and raving rages with which it is crammed.

His life, now and after he dies, is damned.

Sorry:  I should not speak of all that here.

I love you!  Thus, for your well being, I fear.

Starward