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Subject: poem
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Date: Wed, 19-Mar-86 00:10:49 EST
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Posted: Wed Mar 19 00:10:49 1986
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"Pygmalion"

I enter the black room like a cave.
After a few minutes, which a clock somewhere
remarks, my eyes follow after me.

She is standing near the high, old-fashioned bed.
Under the silk of the nightgown her body
quivers and trembles like a young doe,
or the sun melting in a tree in evening.

My eyes dive on her like eagles
and hold her as we wrestle
into nakedness. Clad only 
in the transparent dark, I adore her,
I kiss her into stillness, into stone.

by Jeffery Alan Triggs