As a sloop with a sweep of immaculate wing on her delicate
    spine
And a keel as steel as a root that holds in the sea as she
    leans,
Leaning and laughing, my warm-hearted beauty, you ride,
    you ride,
You tack on the curves with parabola speed and a kiss of
    goodbye,
Like a thoroughbred sloop, my new high-spirited spirit, my
    kiss.

As my foot suggests that you leap in the air with your hips
    of a girl,
My finger that praises your wheel and announces your
    voices of song,
Flouncing your skirts, you blueness of joy, you flirt of
    politeness,
You leap, you intelligence, essence of wheelness with silvery
    nose,
And your platinum clocks of excitement stir like the hairs of
    a fern.

But how alien you are from the booming belts of your birth
    and the smoke
Where you turned on the stinging lathes of Detroit and
    Lansing at night
And shrieked at the torch in your secret parts and the
    amorous tests,
But now with your eyes that enter the future of roads you
    forget;
You are all instinct with your phosphorous glow and your
    streaking hair.

And now when we stop it is not as the bird from the shell
    that I leave
Or the leathery pilot who steps from his bird with a sneer of
    delight,
And not as the ignorant beast do you squat and watch me
    depart,
But with exquisite breathing you smile, with satisfaction of
    love,
And I touch you again as you tick in the silence and settle in
    sleep.