I love the way his face looks there above
me,
the o his mouth makes when he says “Oh” at the moment
Gravity pulls his face down towards me,
his curls down, his mustache
and his beard down.
His belly slaps against me—slap, slap,
slap, slap, slap. The number of sl—no,
don’t say it.
His mouth makes a real O, and his
eyes are oh’s, and then he lets out this loud yell—OhOhOhOhOhOhOh…!
And I want this moment to be suspended,
the moment of oh’s
—groaned aloud.
His mouth and his
face astonished, looking at me as if he can’t believe something.
His arms suspending him above me and the
next moment, too, when I am wetter than I was before, and he has let his
weight down on me, and he is saying
My name again—Gail, Gail, Oh Gail, I love
you Gail. I want to hear him say
Gail, forever. I want him to say my name. I want to love my name.