I just can't. Getting to
the heart of the matter,
destiny for eternal larks,
no; but love, maybe
and for a long time after.
Anything: your chest,
for instance. Certainly
not perfect, but for me
perfect. Had for no want,
let's say, in that time.
Couldn't have, for
absurdity that you were,
terrible hairstyle, silly
fad shoes, penchant for
black; in all things.
Would; how the face
moves, did move, the
literacy challenges
(obvious in hindsight)
the pomegranate juice.
