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Love Author(s): Stephen Parker Source: The Iowa Review, Vol. 1, No. 1 (Winter, 1970), p. 20 Published by: University of Iowa Stable URL: http://www.jstor.org/stable/20157526 . Accessed: 17/06/2014 18:56 Your use of the JSTOR archive indicates your acceptance of the Terms & Conditions of Use, available at . http://www.jstor.org/page/info/about/policies/terms.jsp . JSTOR is a not-for-profit service that helps scholars, researchers, and students discover, use, and build upon a wide range of content in a trusted digital archive. We use information technology and tools to increase productivity and facilitate new forms of scholarship. For more information about JSTOR, please contact [email protected]. . University of Iowa is collaborating with JSTOR to digitize, preserve and extend access to The Iowa Review. http://www.jstor.org This content downloaded from 62.122.77.48 on Tue, 17 Jun 2014 18:56:05 PM All use subject to JSTOR Terms and Conditions
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LoveAuthor(s): Stephen ParkerSource: The Iowa Review, Vol. 1, No. 1 (Winter, 1970), p. 20Published by: University of IowaStable URL: http://www.jstor.org/stable/20157526 .
Accessed: 17/06/2014 18:56
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LOVE
I lie in bed While he whispers in her ear
That no one is there.
Nothing is said
About me, though I stroke her back
With my slack
Penis, saying I love her.
My scrotum's a fig. He is big
And blossoms above her?
He kisses her face,
They embrace,
Her legs circle his hips. Her eyes close.
She opens
Her lips. She speaks to him.
I lean close, listening in the dim
Light for his name.
"Love,"
She says. "Love."
It is always the same.
20 Stephen Parker
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