I Tasted Rum

After Emily Dickinson

The lizard, exquisitely clean (I swear it)
is sex itself.
Foolish no?
My mind is so near itself
It can not see.
I have difficulty. I am afraid—
But I
I don’t give a damn.
My business is love
Among the beauty, Sir, if you please.
This drunkenness baffles me.

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