When that boat soars off, my lover is full of
magnetic sensibilities, but there are French chemists
who’ve made pills for this. I tell my lover of just one week that
there are museums drunk with people.
Headrushes are lovely when cured,
as one cups an illustration of the densely crowded man who is my lover.
My lover is strangely seductive and punishing.
I can tell. On his birthday, I wish him a Happy Birthday
but I think he has a complicated head, it seems to frustrate
him. For I have seen him swoon and
has he spun around a bit too quick? And this may not be him.
My lover of one week swims with small finned fish and cypress
in the shape of oceans. And yes, I am in a stranger ocean
than I.  fished and my lover is just beside, with a possible foil,
curing me for a moment of all possible intricate characterizations.