And then something a little more amorous if not erotic.
The scene of this one is in Geneva great many years ago.
It's called The Trout.
A trout let us say, a blue blond trout
that slips through the bars like water from what
to what, from man to man but only once she likes
and almost never for money.
And I love she says, I love exaggerate.
And her mother told the neighbors qu'est ce que
j'ai fait au ciel pour avoir une fille qui est de l'ordure
And she came back from the palaces of the King's cousin
out in Siam where they ate off golden plates
and her whim was his command, came back
to the bars and the boys and the slow swim
through the dim light.
Yes, a trout let us call her a small blond trout.