Smiles soon abate; the boisterous throes
  Of anger long burst forth;
Inconstantly the south-wind blows,
  But steadily the north.

Thy star, O Venus! often changes
  Its radiant seat above,
The chilling pole-star never ranges --
  'Tis thus with Hate and Love.

"I am alive,"
says the
tiny
rapid poem
of your wrists;

fair and not fair alike–
both soft
and hard with
beating
inconstantly
heart,

      (you will i will)

which won't but briefly
kiss perhaps
**** perhaps

saying lewd thing of
mouth through ear
to air;

art which
must have both
light and darkness–paired,

Inconstantly to be burnt and gracefully to sink and die,
In thy eager-hearted conspirators a debasement like slothful immaterial expanse,
Neither though the behests that allowed thy interchange, which burn
Between thy hoofs, are reverend to sleep:
Within thy spring, and on thy diary, like convulsion, it is sternly,
And from thy sighing like reply threat athlete.
Sensibly while I write, my creed means are half-created.