Miss- behaving badly with you, how we’d forget all about your curfew… too busy traver- sing your hills and peaks with my breath like you were Kath- mandu, home to thousands of tiny summits, and I your dog-hungry explorer. And I hope this is ‘nt taboo but I miss writing haikus a- bout your shampoo, its cheap scents–Strawberry Fields Forever on your head, let me take you down to your bed. And I hope this is ‘nt taboo, or more specifically man-boo, man-boor, too boorish, too crass, but I miss knockin’ boots with you, more specifically knockin’ boots while we both still wore our boots, just in from the snow, boots a-knockin, a-hangin’ them off the side so as not to di- rty the sheets. Let’s be in cahoots with each other one last time. Don’t you mis- behaving badly with me too?