You sat low with me thenagainst the foot of the bedin the week after my father died.
I put my head in your lapand I wanted you,and I went cold with shamefor my wanting you.
I said, nobody knows who my father was.I did not mean it.Even you knew who my father was.
It was a bad room I led you to:I knew that I repulsed you.Also that you would never say so.
I asked you then:is there shame in it?I could not afford shamein the week after my father died.