My breath goes with my twelve and a half
Font
And my twelve and a half
Font
And my twelve and a half
Font
And my twelve and a half
Font—

I am not and am never,
Have not and have
Never fully
Reveled in rubbing
My rebelling heart
Against the
Extent
Of these blessed
Blue windows—

Blue windows, warm windows,
Your windows
And a fragment of
This Day
And That Time,
Of this Snake
And that Wine—

For I loved
With tears
And drapes
And scars
And Snakes
But there’s ice in my
Heart and ice
In my veins,
Ice in my passions
And ice in my pains—

Though I longed and
Loved and longed to
Love for a love
That was love
Requited—

The world longs to
Lie and lies to love
For a love that is
Love unsighted—