We might have coupledIn the bed-ridden monopoly of a momentOr broken flesh with one anotherAt the profane communion tableWhere wine is spill’d on promiscuous lipsWe might have given birth to a butterflyWith the daily-newsPrinted in blood on its wings

We might have coupledIn the bed-ridden monopoly of a momentOr broken flesh with one anotherAt the profane communion tableWhere wine is spill’d on promiscuous lipsWe might have given birth to a butterflyWith the daily-newsPrinted in blood on its wings

– Mina Loy –

The Lost Lunar Baedeker: Poems of Mina Loy

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