by Mina Loy
We might have coupled
in the bed-ridden monopoly of a moment
Or broken flesh with one another
At the profane communion table
where wine is spilled on promiscuous lips
We might have given to a butterfly
with the dirty news
printed in blood on its wings.
Mina Loy was born in London December 27, 1882.
She is the author of Lunar Baedeker, artist and writer,
she died in Colorado in 1996.