Sweeting, fleeting
though our odd acquaintance
be,
compelling us by strange
necessity
to spill emotions recklessly
around,
to wrestle often, bloody but
unbound
by mere convention,
delicately nice,
metrications, rhythms that
entice,
my waking heart desires,
above
all this, your kiss, love;
dearest tutor hear me;
r.s.v.p.; cheer me.
darling, be my
valentine;
drink my
wine
(February, 1988)
