hung with livery of silver youth spun by rouge turning of night into day ". Perhaps "
or because suddenly remembered summer was sluiced in body
of hot water around slim anklesβthe opening
of every small veinβ rushing to mix with motes of dying laughter
the very petite and fragile model of thy self " one day when the incorrigible rough noose of Spring has tightened about every gold trimmed loose laden goosenecked whiskey minute of kiss ******* between wide thighs tear tumbling and blubber wonderful life shall with death 's vacant fingers make a flower of thy body renewed at the lips of thy grave every morning pearled in dew "