I swing at you down by the greens
we just lowered to an idle
and switched for me
caught me up somewhere, dear Sympathy.

I did not have to look to see you like me
  what you mean
you were warmth and about to show me
you had secular laughs.

mouthed liked toadstool
lillies of the desert
dirt all over my dreams
you went the down wrong way,
and up is now down inside me.
i am as Two girls on a swing-
go down in sweatpants.