Papier-mache body; blue-and-black cotton jersey cover. /         Metal stand. Instructions included.   --Sears, Roebuck Catalogue /             O my coy darling, still /             You wear for me the scent /         Of those long afternoons we spent, /             The two of us together, /     Safe in the attic from the jealous eyes /             Of household spies /     And the remote buffooneries of the weather; /                  So high, /     Our sole remaining neighbor was the sky, /             Which, often enough, at dusk, /     Leaning its cloudy shoulders on the sill, / Used to regard us with a bored and cynical eye. /             How like the terrified, /             Shy figure of a bride /          You stood there then, without your clothes, /                  Drawn up into /          So classic and so strict a pose /       Almost, it seemed, our little attic grew / Dark with the first charmed night of the honeymoon. /         Or was it only some obscure /       Shape of my mother’s youth I saw in you, / There where the rude shadows of the afternoon /         Crept up your ankles and you stood /         Hiding your sex as best you could?-- /         Prim ghost the evening light shone through.