「I could be your baby tonight.」
「I will be pregnant with your child tonight.」
Lo, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul.
Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta.
He was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. He was Lola in slacks. He was Dolly at school. He was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms he was always Lolita.
Topple me down from your sky forty stories high, shining like a god.
Hey my lo.Hey.