5 To T.
Agreed. I'll be today your twenty-first but furtive woman.
Don't tell of me to number twenty-two. Don't count me. Do not
Count on me. And call me in the dark with all the twenty names:
Eve -- at evening; Lilith -- in fig leaves. I will combine the breasts
And limbs of all your women -- holding you with twenty bodies,
Two hundred fingers on my forty hands; voice like a chorus;
Hunting, biting with six hundred forty teeth; black-haired, red-haired,
Blonde; long-legged and short; athletic, curvy; rosy, pale; restrained
And violent; violet eyes and green; a hooker and a virgin;
Of twenty, thirty, forty years of age; the one you longed for,
But could never have; the other one you longed for who was lost;
One who longed for you, but lost you - all of them, but still unknown,
The longing multiplied by twenty.
No. Six hundred forty.