The City at Night, by Evelyn Scott

The City at Night

Life wriggles in and out
Through the narrow ways
And circuitous passages:
Something monstrous and horrible,
A passion without any master,
Male sexual fluid trickling through the darkness
And setting fire to whatever it touches.   That is the master
Bestowing a casual caress on a slave.
Quiver under it!

poems.one - Evelyn Scott

Evelyn Scott