I subside - let muses whisper in my ear,
delight in sunshine, pelvic notes,
which throb upon the rattling mirror.
The rain has battered overnight
narcissus into heavy tingling petals:
the lusted ripples gently sway the light
upon the wall of lonely children figures.
But, do not weary yourself with idle puns,
all edges slip into the lazy summer
retired stars pledge lunacy
to stooping midnight windows;
they tied their ropes over the roofs
to echos cooing
over anaemic dawns.