in at least two anthologies of homosexual poetry, with lyrics such as the following:
Going--to--Her!
Happy--Letter! Tell Her--
Tell Her--the page I never wrote!
Tell Her, I only said--the Syntax--
And left the Verb and the Pronoun--out!
Tell Her just how the fingers--hurried--
Then--how they--stammered--slow--slow--
And then--you wished you had eyes--in your pages--
So you could see--what moved them--them--so--
Tell Her--it wasn't a practised writer--
You guessed--
From the way the sentence--toiled--
You could hear the Boddice--tug--behind you--
As if it held but the might of a child!
You almost pitied--it--you--it worked so--
Tell Her--No--you may quibble--there--
For it would split Her Heart--to know it--
And then--you and I--were silenter!
Tell Her--Day--finished--before we--finished--
And the old Clock kept neighing--'Day'!
And you--got sleepy--and begged to be ended--
What could--it hinder so--to say?
Tell Her--just how she sealed--you--Cautious!
But--if she ask 'where you are hid'--until the evening--
Ah! Be bashful!
Gesture Coquette--
And shake your Head!
from The Guardian: 'Don't ask, don't tell'
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