| Marrakesh, in an attic hotel room
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| The woman they call 'The Hostess'
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| Smokes cigarettes for her nervousness
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| Takes off and folds up her dress
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| And diagonal sun across darkness
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| Churning through dust to her leg
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| Bisects between shutter and ceiling
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| Silk of a fresh spider’s web
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| From the siesta of Reason
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| Come monsters of love
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| The stillborn issue, the bulb-eyed fool
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| Sterile and slow as the stubborn mule
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| What mutations thresh in a kiss
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| What perversities flourish in this
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| Monster of love?
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| — Guest below
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| Black widow above
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| And the hostess is naked
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| As she waits for his key in the door
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| And her body is old as the hills
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| And as young as forty-four
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| From the street comes the rasp of an engine
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| And the whiff of exhaust on the air
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| Brief Arabic conversation
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| Then the step of the Guest on the stair
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| From the siesta of Reason come monsters of love
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| Spawn of tadpole in polythene
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| Liberator of the hijack gene
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| She will replenish the teeming earth
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| And then guzzle the afterbirth
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| This monster of love
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| Guest below
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| Black widow above
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| And the Guest has abandoned himself
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| To a joy so intense he could die
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| And sucking her silk between shutter and ceiling
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| The spider releases her fly
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| From the siesta of Reason come monsters of love
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| The horse-lizard, the lamb-badger
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| The thrush-lemur, the wildcat-gazelle
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| The crow-monkey, the bat-jaguar
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| The dog-dromedary, the slug-whale
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| Monsters of love
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| Guest below
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| Black widow |