“Everyone who made love the night before Was walking around with flashing red lights On top of their heads—a white-haired old gentleman, A red-faced schoolboy, a pregnant woman Who smiled at me from across the street And gave a little secret shrug, As if the flashing red light on her head Was a small price to pay for what she knew.” SexPoemMaking LoveMorning AfterSaturday MorningNight Before Book:Collected Poems Source: Collected Poems