Faithful and Fruit to these Condiments bind
And soon will you find her Impatient Face
Yet, out of her Love's Shivered Interest, mind
Will keep her Wrist till satisfied your Place
As long as these Fishes persistent, bite
The very Saying most Lovers research
To you, an Arm's Open Wound set, despite
Drug-Crazed Pidgeons in concert to Feed, perch
This is why she has to keep her Silence
Till she finds your Earth to hold and adore
That very Tan, burnt to ample Conscience
Will inspire her Shells for more and more.
When such Fire quells, and Waters recede
Her Brow on your Chest; Your Arm's Brace repeat.