Right next to you
Oh Sarah Scorcha Sorcha Awa Miss Mackenzie too,
(Which name is not important, since they all refer to you),
I thrill to go to bed at night, to kiss your scapulae,
And know that then with you for hours I will get to lie.
I long right now to kiss you on your neck, your chin, your hand,
And shiver at the awesome truth: “I can! I can! I can!”