Two children, one like you, like me
One like me, like you, two of them. 
That makes me want to lay up like 
Two thin printing papers stuck together. 

Sometimes asceticism, sometimes 
Immovable horniness, I hope you know 
When I say I love you, it means 
I love swimming in fertile waters. 

I hope you know, when I say 
“I love you, Cesar” it means 
I’d hit your enemies with a menorah 
And I’d learn to light the candles for you too. 

I’d never want to take anything from you, 
I admire that you have it all. 

Maybe I’d like fifty percent, 
Or half, and when you die, I’d like it all, 
And I’m wondering and hoping, 
That you mean all you say.